"Atlas," I fired into the belly of the Direct trying to kill my partner. "Get up. What's wrong?" I asked him mentally.
"He's here. I thought he was dead. He was supposed to be dead," Atlas said. His words were mere rumbles of tones, even in my head. He got to his feet, his body bent like he was about to go wolf.
"Not now, Atlas. We have to help Kiema," I warned him.
He looked back at me. His bright green eyes were soaked in pain. He shifted his gaze to something over my shoulder.
"Atlas, watch out!" I tried to get to him in time.
I would forever see my failure in my dreams.
A huge boulder, roughly the size of a truck, flattened the man who'd snuck up behind the man I loved. A knife dropped to the pavement. The noise of the street so loud, I didn't even hear it.
I looked up into
