Escape from Endeavor by Daniel A. Jones

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  Daemon wasn’t sure what had happened, but he did know the middle of the yard wasn’t safe, so he’d crawled to the barn. His chest still hurt and he could barely breathe but at least he was conscious. He could feel his sister’s fear and wanted desperately to help her but he need more time to regenerate and figure out what was going on.

  Daemon sensed the approach of someone very angry and aggressive, so he crawled behind the stack of boards his father had put in the barn to keep dry. He didn’t know who it was or why he’d been attacked, but if he could get just a few more minutes of rest he thought he’d be able to stand up. He could feel himself drawing strength from the man’s anger, he didn’t know how and he didn’t care as long as it helped him regenerate faster. Daemon lowered his head to the floor and tried to focus on healing.