Back in Dravengard, the estate grounds were still a chaotic madhouse. Jessica's wolf was locked jaw to jaw with the Umbra.
A short distance away, Kai was sitting exactly where he had landed after Jessica had aggressively shoved him out of harm's way.
The sudden movement had completely undone all Dr Lorenzo's hard work; his nasty wound had ripped wide open, and dark red blood was currently soaking through his clothes.
"Bloody hell," Kai grunted, wincing as he pressed his palm hard against the gushing tear in his side.
He looked around the battlefield, hoping for a bit of assistance, but he quickly realised he was entirely on his own.
The Umbras were simply too many. The sheer number of shadow shifters flooding the area meant that everyone was fighting for their literal lives.
Not his mother, not his Nana, nor any of the elite gammas could spare a single second to give him any attention without being taken down. If he wanted to survive this night, he had to think and move.
