I spin, searching for the source of the painful sound, spot one of Cade's people going down with blood spurting from his neck. Chaos erupts, Cade is shouting, hand falling free, the others yelling to be heard, as they tumble over each other in an attempt to escape.

Cade's dream is a fallacy. I know it now. The kids are trained to run, not to fight. The shouting all blends together in my head, white noise I ignore as I look around me, searching for the source of the ...