Luneshale Pass pantano

It was chaos. She had no idea they’d taken a captive or that there were two of them here to repay that. Sangre only had the brief satisfaction of leaving a mark on the intruding force before she was hammered backwards. Her breath expelled with a whoosh, so quickly she barely noticed the teeth at her ankle.

Oh fuck no. Now she was pissed.

They didn’t get to just walk in here like they owned the place. She didn’t know what their problem was, but if they had taken one of theirs, they pretty much deserved it after what they’d done to Soto. The kid wasn’t even hurt. And Sangre imagined he’d stay that way. Hurting a kid was as unimaginable in her world as flying.

So she didn’t even turn to look at them. Her focus was on the guy in front of her, mostly because she assumed Soto had her back.

Get the fuck out of here! She snarled hoarsely, lunging at him again and trying to drag him backwards. Her focus was honed to a point. Her mind had no room, sharpened by the powder, for distraction. Minor details… like that they’d apparently kidnapped an entire kid.