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The monster lifted him several meters into the air. I scrambled to my feet.
“Marc!”
I heard carbine fire. North and Jess appeared, firing on the winged monster.
Jameson did the same. The rest of the squad appeared.
“Fucking hell,” Kai muttered.
Zeke’s face was a terrible mask as he watched his brother. Marc was fighting against the winged monster, his feet kicking in the air.
“Take that damn thing down, Hunter Squad,” Jameson bellowed.
The team opened fire.
The monster stared at us for a second, let out a loud, throaty sound, then dropped Marc.
A scream lodged in my throat as he fell. With a powerful flap of its wings, the monster flew straight upward.
I didn’t watch it disappear, I was running.
Marc slammed into the concrete floor.
“Marc!” I dropped to my knees beside him.
“O-kay,” he wheezed.
His face was twisted in a grimace. He pressed a hand to his ribs and let out a groan.
I ran my hands over his body. “Don’t move.”
“I’m all right.”
“North,” I cried.
The medic was there in a second. “Nasty fall, Marc. Anything broken?”
“Don’t think so.” He sat up, and I pressed an arm to his back. “Maybe some bruised ribs.”
A sob tried to break out of my chest.
“Hey.” Marc’s gaze locked on me. “I’m okay, dove. I’ve had way worse falls than this.” He pulled me close and I pressed my face to his neck.
I felt the steady thump of his pulse against my cheek and breathed him in.
“What the hell was that thing?” North asked.
“No fucking clue,” Jameson responded, keeping his carbine aimed upward.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Jess said. “But whatever it was, it was intelligent.”
Marc made a sound. “It was. It spoke.”
“Spoke?” Jameson said grimly.
“It said this is only the beginning.”
“It spoke in English?” Jess said, her eyes wide.
