Deerborn (BOOK ONE) | ✓

Prologue

SMASH.

That was all it took to blow my cover. My weight had been too much for the glass windows on the roof, and had inevitably given way.

I tumbled through, falling onto the hard cement below. As soon as I hit the ground, my breath escaped me. I had completely knocked the wind out of my lungs, choking on each desperate gasp.

Grasping at my sides, hoping I could find a way to quicken the process, I pushed myself through the shards of glass on the floor.

In the distance I could hear the echoes of feet being laid carefully on the ground, approaching me as every second passed.

I coughed up a little bit of blood onto my chin, my lungs restricting. I wheezed painfully, trying to pull myself together.

I thanked whatever God was out there for giving us a full moon tonight, as it cascaded gently through the open roof and into the building. It illuminated some of the darkness, making it easier for me to identify my surroundings.

Then a door at the other side of the large room pried open, the metal squealed as the door extended. A figure appeared, but I couldn't make out whether it was male or female.

It took a few steps cautiously towards me, and that's when I knew. My entire world felt like it was crashing down around me, the truth was standing right in front of me.

"You?..." I stammered, just barely able to vocalize the word.

That's when I knew the truth...

Never trust anyone.