My boots crunched through the snow and I blinked against the softly falling flurries as Copeland, Reid, and I hurried into town. It was pushing midnight, and we could hear screaming in the distance, guttural and agonized.
We left the house in such a rush that neither Copeland nor I had even asked what was going on. I glanced at him, peeking around Reid. He was looking straight ahead, his eyes wide, his expression a mixture of alarmed and confused.
“Did Nat tell you about the rogues?” Reid asked Copeland, breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” Copeland answered, plainly uneasy, “but I didn’t think—”
“I bet she’s pissed she couldn’t get to Reid, so she chose one of our warriors to attack,” I interrupted.
“I-I mean, probably, but…” Copeland exhaled heavily. “I’m not a pansy a*s, but I wasn’t exp
