Silas pulled the car around from the other side of the fence, guiding it carefully through the gate that had been sitting there the entire night like a quiet, mocking reminder of everything he and Salvar had suffered.
The engine hummed softly as the others settled into their seats, the doors closed one by one with the heavy, exhausted finality as the people who had been running on adrenaline for hours, were now running on nothing at all.
Salvar sat in the back, his head rested against the window and the cool glass gave a small relief against his temple. Patrick was in the passenger seat beside Silas, his injured leg stretched out as far as the cramped space allowed.
Ren and Cole had squeezed into the back with Salvar, their shoulders nearly touching, the three of them packed together like cargo.
