found themselves dragged into a supernatural conflict, spun toward Kat, on the verge of metamorphosis. His eyes were already turning citrine yellow. "We can fight you!" He yelled.

Kat just shook her head, expression stone cold. She lifted her radio to her mouth and spoke into it, "Bring them up."

A truck rumbled over a nearby ridge and barreled to a stop next to the helicopters. As Peter helped Abeba to a sitting position, and the rest of the group helped the students, the back of the truck fell open and several armored soldiers led two forty-something adults, wearing light "BEA" jackets, out of the interior and into the light of the setting sun.

Wilder's eyes tamed as suddenly as they'd blazed with anger. "Mom. Dad?"

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