Chapter 45

TETH WAS EXHAUSTED long before he stopped his exercises. Sweat rolled from his brow to his chin as he alternated between sit-ups, push-ups, and lunges. His muscles screamed in protest, but he ignored them, pushing harder still.

Be stronger, he thought. Be faster. For her.

"RUN!"

Teth tripped over his own shoelaces, smacking his ear against the ground. Pyra's small hand slipped from his grasp, but he was back on his feet in an instant. He turned, shouting in alarm as a burly man with an assault rifle scooped Pyra into his arms. A small, concentrated lightning bolt whizzed past Teth's ten-year-old eyes, puncturing the man's temple and sailing out the other side. He dropped Pyra, and Teth rushed to her side, wiping away the terrified tears from her cheeks.

"Run, Teth!" Jude, Teth's mother, shouted from the porch of the Winstead home. Two more men rushed around the side of the house, and Jude struck them down without a thought. "Protect your sister! Go!"