Elias's Pov
I heard him address the vampires as Rex's powerful legs carried us away: "Wait. Let them scramble and run. It's so much more fun when they think they have hope."
Rex ran harder than we'd ever run before, our wounded shoulder screaming with every stride. Behind us, I could hear the sounds of combat, snarls and growls and the wet sound of tearing flesh. My father, fighting alone against three rogue lycans while vampires watched like it was evening entertainment.
What if they kill him?
The thought made Rex stumble, and we almost turned back. My father, for all his faults, for all his harsh judgments and impossible standards, was still my father.
The man who'd taught me to hunt, who'd carried me on his shoulders when I was small, who'd—
Another sound reached our ears. A howl of pain that could only be Titan.
No. Keep running. Warn the others. That's what he ordered.
