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Making a fist with his claw, he smashed through the boot, peeling back the metal, like opening up a can of beans. Reaching into the hole that he had made, Potter yanked out our backpacks.
    “Take these,” he said, piling the bags into my arms. “Now get the others into that field and run.”
    “What about you?” I asked.
    Potter took his lighter from his pocket and said, “I’m gonna get rid of any trace that we’ve been here.” Then turning, he stuck his lighter to the petrol that bled from the car. The petrol lit at once, and a streak of blue and orange flame raced towards the car. “Run!” he roared, as we were lifted off our feet and thrown into the air under the force of the explosion.

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Kiera
     
    I landed on my arse with a thump. Potter hit the ground just feet from me. The rucksacks I’d been holding were next to me. The sky looked like it was on fire, as a huge cloud of smoke and flame belched up into the night. Even though I was now twenty feet away or more in a nearby field, I could feel the heat of the burning car against my skin.
    Isidor and Kayla stumbled towards us, Sam hanging limp between them. The sound of approaching police cars was almost deafening, barely drowned out by the booming thunder and crackles of lightning above us. I scrambled to my feet, my clothes, hands, and face spattered with mud. The ground was boggy, and was like walking in quicksand, making each step that I took sluggish, as if I were drunk. Potter sat in the field, and I glanced back to see him pop a cigarette between his lips and light it. He looked as if he were relaxing at some picnic.
    I reached Isidor and Kayla as they struggled across the field with Sam. “Here, let me help you,” I said, taking hold of him.
    “Help me get him onto my shoulder,” Isidor asked.
    Together, Kayla and I hoisted Sam over Isidor’s shoulder. Sam’s arms were so long, that they hung down the length of Isidor’s back, almost brushing against the muddy field. I looked at Isidor as he lumbered forward, his ear piercing twinkling in the night.  His black hair hung over his eyes, and the tattoos that covered his neck were lost to the shadows. For the first time, Isidor looked older than eighteen. That boyish look was fading from his face, and I could see that he was turning into a man. But Isidor didn’t look happy. I don’t mean that any of us were overjoyed about the new world that we found ourselves in, but he looked troubled, as if he had something on his mind that he couldn’t bring himself to talk about. I wanted to chat with him, ask what was wrong, but now wasn’t the time – but when was the best time?
    From the other side of the stone wall that circled the field I could hear the sound of the police cars screaming to a halt. Doors swung open and then were slammed shut. The faint sound of garbled radio messages hissed over the noise of the rolling thunder.
    “They’re going to start searching the area,” Kayla whispered, her eyes wide with fright.
    “How do you know?” I whispered back.
    “Heard one of those cops talking into his radio,” she said. “They were asking for Berserkers to be brought in to help track us.”
    “Berserkers?” I breathed, knowing that I’d heard that name before.
    “Remember, I found out about them on the Internet,” Isidor reminded me. “They’re the wolves that don’t match properly with humans. They go so crazy that they either get shot or locked up. They’re vicious killers.”
    I glanced at Sam as he dangled over Isidor’s shoulder. Wolves that didn’t match well with their human host , I thought to myself, then pushed the thought from my mind. Then, spying Potter still sitting on his arse and enjoying his cigarette, I shouted, “Are you coming, or what?”
    “Where?” he said. “You know, I’ve been thinking, perhaps we should stay and fight, instead of all this sneaking about?” 
    “They’re sending Berserkers after us,” I snapped, as I