Brisa peered out the window at the blood-soaked ground, shocked at the amount of damage. “Darn...” she whispered, glancing at the others with wide eyes. “This must have been quite a fight.”A growing sense of dread crept into Wolfram, acutely aware he had killed his father in the very same driveway he had just pulled into. The ground was trampled and drenched with blood, but his fathers lifeless form was missing from where it had been under the tree. He shuddered, wondering if Mapleshade had taken it...
His lip curled in disgust as he pulled the keys from the car. "Someone call Jenna, let her know where we are," he growled, snatching his phone from the dashboard. Taylor...much as I hate her, she might be able to help. Oh God, what if something happened to Lily? What if she's...
He shuddered, shaking off the thought. No. Can't think about her anymore. I doesn't care about me, I shouldn't care about her. Hah! If only it was that easy.
He raised the phone to his ear, startled when it didn't even ring. He pulled it away, staring at it. "Scratch that. The—" He swore under his breath, "—phone lines are down."