Chapter 38

Sofia could only stare and blink as shock held her. The hole in the strange man's head leaked sluggishly, black ink in a night that remained dark except for the fading headlight on the truck. To the side she could hear Kitty growling and the wet chewing sounds of a kill.

A little too late.

It happened so fast. The creature had risen from the muck and pulled back its arm. Gunner had been so intent on the naked psionic that he'd never seen the attack.

The second spear hit him in the leg, but by then, he was already going down. And he didn't get back up.

Sofia dropped to her knees beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. She swallowed hard as she saw the spear still sticking out of him.

"Gunner." She moaned his name and looked at him helplessly. This was beyond anything she'd ever tried to heal. No amount of mud could fix a bleeding hole. "I don't know what to do."