Faye's POV
I threw myself sideways just as Zeke's claws swept toward me.
The razor-sharp tips caught my shoulder instead of my heart, tearing through skin and muscle. Fire shot down my arm, but I kept moving. My fingers found purchase on a chunk of broken stone, and I launched it with everything I had left.
The rock caught Zeke square in the forearm as he raised it for another strike. He snarled, stumbling backward, but the fury in his eyes only intensified. He recovered quickly, too quickly, and I knew my luck had run out.
Then something whistled through the air behind me.
A second stone cracked against Zeke's temple, snapping his head to the side. He wheeled around, dazed, searching for the source. That's when I saw him - the small boy I'd just finished healing, his young face twisted with rage, already reaching for another projectile.
The others moved like a pack.
