Melody’s POV
Another bullet tore into the side of the van, nearly missing Fritz’s head. “Damned wolves won’t stop shooting!” The omega threw another tool box out of the vehicle, aiming for a guy following on a motorcycle. It connected and sent the man flying off the bike.
“Not that circular saw!” Frank was driving like a madman, and I could have sworn he was crying over each tool that was thrown out of the van.
“We’re coming in hot; maybe five minutes or less!” Fritz had called our escape party, the cellphone going to shreds as another bullet took it out.
“Melody; breathe. In and out, stay calm and focus on my voice.” Hope was trying her best to calm me down, which was easier said than done.
My body was on fire and I couldn’t stop panting from the heat. I itched everywhere: especially
