CHAPTER 77

Lola and Russel hurriedly got out of their cot and ripped past the tent’s opening to see what was going on. What they saw was enough to break both their hearts. They were being attacked. Bodies were lying strewn across the ground. Most of them were Harvenk soldier-wolves but as they tried to get back to the other Oclan wolves, they found the bodies of Kurt and Tris. Both of them had been decapitated, as did the two Harvenk soldier-wolves guarding Drake. With horror, they found that the barred cell atop the wagon was empty. “Where is he?” Lola screamed, anger and fear and terror warring for space inside her mind. “Where the fuck is Drake!?” “Come on,” Russel said, jerking her hand. The explosions were getting closer and closer to them. Not only that, but his heightened senses were picking up the heartbeats and footsteps of people running through the camp. And not their people. The scents of these strangers weren’t the same ones he’d grown accustomed to in the week since leaving the ca