Chapter 22.

STACY.

“Stacy!” Lizzy's scream cuts through the night as she jumps out of the truck and races after me.

Grass and twigs crunches under my boots as I struggle against the rogue who yanked me from the vehicle. I twist free, landing on my feet just as Lizzy steps beside me.

“Why did you come out?” I gasp, catching my breath.

“I couldn't let you fight them alone. We’re in this together,” Lizzy replies, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. I can’t tell if I should be impressed by her bravery or annoyed by her loyalty.

I scan the area, counting the rogues. “I see ten here. What about you?”

“Fifteen, maybe twenty.” Her voice tightens, and I know we’re in over our heads. There's no way we can take them all, but at this point, what do we have to lose?

“Alright,” I whisper, “when I say attack, shift and run. Don’t stop. Run for your life, got it?”

She nods, her eyes locked on mine. “Got it.”

But before we can put our plan in motion their leader steps forward, a wicke