Really, it was ridiculously easy.
I broke his neck with a resounding crunch and let the body fall to the floor, spitting on him for good measure.
The sour stench of fear hit my nose, and I turned around to find the other fledgling pinned against the wall by Aries.
“If you want to end him for good, you need to rip his head off,” Aries said with a smirk. “But not a bad job for a newbie.”
I growled.
Not a bad job?
It’d taken me mere seconds to render the fledgling useless. Not nearly long enough to satisfy the burning need to maim.
I eyed the remaining fledgling.
His eyes widened.
“No, no, no, no. Please,” he started begging, voice hoarse.
Aries quickly pressed a hand against his mouth, hard enough that there was a crunch.
“You will be silent unless we ask you a question. Got it? And if we ask you a question, you will answer truthfully. Or you will regret it. Understood.”
The fledgling nodded rapidly, his whole body trembling.
“Did you know we were coming?”
Head shake.
“Are there more than the two remaining fledglings?”
Another shake of his head.
“Is the human unharmed?”
The fledgling’s fear spiked. I snarled, taking a step in his direction. What had they done with Finn? I’d fucking kill him.
“What the fuck?”
We turned to the old auto shop as anguished screams ripped through the silence of the night. Oh, humans wouldn’t be able to hear it; the sound was muted by the heavy concrete and brick walls, but to us it was still audible.
I started running without waiting for Bennie or Aries to say something, anxiety spiking. They could have the remaining fledgling. I needed to find out what was happening in there.
Those screams were not Finn’s.
Which should relieve me, but actually scared me even worse.
Had we missed something?
Was Ambrose there, torturing the fledglings for fucking up?
The smell of burned flesh hit me as I ripped open the door.
The scene in front of me was pure and utter chaos, and oh so confusing.
One fledgling was rolling on the floor, clutching his face. The other one was standing next to a door, peeking inside, trying not to get hit by a bright, bluish beam of light that was waving wildly.
The fledgling turned to me, his red eyes widening. He started raising his hands, but I jumped him before he could even say the word surrender.
