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The right shoulder of Aaron’s favorite black leather jacket was shredded, claw marks ripping all the way through his shirt beneath, blood stains darkening the white material. But at least his arm was put back together, thanks to Jamie. In the last attack, none of them had gotten by unscathed. Even Heather, who had told them she hardly ever got injured by the bastards anymore, had been bitten pretty badly. Luckily, Jamie’s healing powers worked on Hybrid’s, too. She’d been astounded at how quickly and completely he could mend her shattered hand without even touching her.

“They’re getting stronger, more intense,” Elliott noted as they all took refuge in one of the tunnel openings. It was the safest place to be. They could still see the center area where they’d found the spike, and they should be able to make it back out there when they heard the whooshing sound of the portal opening so that they could note which of the tunnels was