WILLA
Everyone froze. Completely.
Eyes wide. Faces drained of color, like they had all seen something they shouldn't have.
Slowly, their hands lifted into the air in near perfect unison, even as they remained rooted to the spot.
But Eric, Kol, and Lance kept fighting. I struggled against the grip holding me, but it only tightened.
"Be still," he hissed.
Be still? In this situation?
How was I supposed to stand there and do nothing when Eric was clearly dying?
My teeth clenched. I twisted in my captor's hold, ready to snap at him, but the words died before they could leave my mouth when I saw them.
There were three of them, dressed in fitted dark jackets, structured trousers, and black boots. A small insignia sat at the chest—subtle, but impossible to miss.
The academy crest. They weren't students. No. But I could already guess who they were.
"Police," someone choked out.
"We're fucked," another muttered.
"Quiet." The tallest of them spoke. Their leader, I guessed.
