From his training with the Order, he knew silver could not kill Frankie. It would weaken him, but
once it was removed, he would be able to heal. Snod had tried pulling at the chains with his teeth, but
it was of no use. He couldn’t free Frankie.
He had attempted to free himself and also found failure. The zip tie would not break, and he knew his
wrists were bleeding from his efforts. He watched Ephraim climb out from the front seat, immediately
sitting up and pulling himself into a crouching position.
The moment the doors opened, he would launch himself at Ephraim and head butt him. He would bite
his face, kick him in the balls, anything to get the upper hand. He had to escape from him. He had to
get Frankie away before they were both killed.
Snod was determined not to go down without a fight.
When the doors swung open, he was ready to spring into action until he saw that Ephraim was not
alone.
There were at least a dozen other hunters with Ephraim, all fully armed.
Fuck it.
Snod launched himself anyway, managing to give Ephraim a good crack in the jaw before he was
grabbed by the others. He got punched in the face for his efforts and barked out in pain as his lip split
wide open. The sensation of the wound seemed far away, so very minuscule compared to Frankie’s
suffering.
Frankie cried out when they came for him, and not an ounce of kindness was offered as they dragged
him out of the van. A few of the hunters kicked him, spat at him, and Snod’s fury was uncontrollable.
He tried to jerk away from his captors, snapping his teeth and snarling, “Leave him alone, you fucking
cowards!”
This only seemed to spur them on more, and the assault continued. Snod broke away, throwing himself
down on top of Frankie to shield him, groaning as the next boot found its way into his ribs.
Obe... it’s okay...
“Stop! Fucking leave him alone!” Snod demanded, another kick in his stomach snatching away his
breath and making him gasp. He refused to move, trying to keep Frankie as protected as he could.
“Father Sanguis wants them both alive,” Ephraim growled sharply. “Remember your orders.”
The hunters finally relented and grabbed Snod, roughly yanking him to his feet. Frankie couldn’t even
stand, and Ephraim knelt down to scoop him up like a rag doll. Snod swallowed back a mouthful of
