HE IS FAST asleep in his bed on the night that the demon and the once-men come for his family. They have been watching the compound for days, studying its walls and the routine of the guards who ward them. They have waited patiently for their chance, and now it has arrived. An advance party is over the walls and past the guards. They have opened the gates from the inside to let in the others, and now all are pouring into the compound. In less than five minutes, everything has been lost.
He doesn’t realize this when his father shakes him awake, but he knows something is wrong.
“Logan, get up.” Urgency and fear are apparent in his father’s voice.
Loganblinks against the beam of the flashlight his father holds, one of two they still possess. He sees his brother dressing across the way,Pulling on his shirt and pants, moving quickly, anxiously.Tyler isn’t griping, isn’t saying anything,doesn’t even look over at him. His father bendsclose, his strong features all planes and angles at the edges of the flashlight’s beam. His big hand grips his son’s shoulder and squeezes. “It’s time for us to leave here,Logan . Put on your clothes and your pack and wait by the trapdoor withTyler .
