The Theroy of Mutation

CH - 37 - THE THEORY OF MUTATION 

Riley's breath caught.

One second she was on the floor, claws at her throat—the next she stood by the stairs.

"What-what was that?" she gasped.

Her knees shook, she almost fell.

"I told you I wasn't lying," the boy said quietly.

Everyone stared. Even Jason had nothing to say.

The silence stretched, only broken by frost crunching nearby.

"They're still here," Liam said sharp. "Mark. With me."

Four frostborn prowled the hallway, backs turned, hunting where Riley had been.

Mark nodded without questions.

The boy moved fast—blur fast. He kicked one frostborn's head, snapped its neck sideways.

CRACK

Liam swung his metal rod low, caught another by the leg.

CRASH

Mark jabbed his pipe into the third's chest while the boy slammed the last one down.

Ten seconds. Four bodies. Black blood oozing on frost.