#Chapter 88 Mom
Patara
I didn’t know what to say or do. I tried to call to him, but my voice faded as the hunters tried to fight Ethan. He darted left and right faster than I had ever seen someone move. I saw the starting of fire in his hands as he tackled another man to the ground. The scent of burning flesh filled the air.
“Ethan, no! That’s enough!”
He didn’t stop, tackling the last man that came through the room and tearing him apart.
Then we were alone with nothing but the sounds of the forest outside and the smell of blood. Ethan remained leaning over the last man he’d killed panting. I stared at him in shock.
How could the little boy that jumped at nearly every sound have killed all these trained hunters like this? They had barely gotten off a few shots.
They hadn’t hit Ethan, but even that made no sense. He was just a boy.