Chapter 92. Under Fire

Liam

The first warning comes in the form of an unnatural silence only moments after I step outside to grab a few logs of firewood from the rack by the door.

The cold night air bites at my bare arms unforgivingly, punishing me for my decision to quickly grab what I need without slipping on a jacket. Seconds ago, the world had been alive with the sounds of the forest around us—a distant owl calling, the light breeze rustling the pines and kicking up stray dustings of snow.

Now it’s eerily silent.

Turning to the tree line, nothing catching my attention. Not until my nose picks up on the distinct acrid scent of sweat and metal.

Humans. Armed. Close.

Then the gunfire starts.

A bullet whizzes past my ear, embedding itself into the door frame of the safehouse and kicking me back to avoid another one that nearly hits me in the leg. I barely have time to react before I see them. Through the trees, and in the span of a heartbeat, Hunters fl