*Randall*
Peter drops to his knees, and I can’t help but join him. The burning weight of the silver on me is too much to bear. “Molly,” I say through gasps. “Someone has to protect Molly.”
Peter reaches forward and grabs the doctor’s bag off the ground, tossing it towards the cabin and that’s when I see the doctor, dead on the ground. “Shit.” I say through gritted teeth.
David reappears from the safety of the spell, oven mitts on his hands, and rips the silver off us. I look back and see it, a net made entirely of silver.
Peter stands quickly, but I find it difficult in my already weakened state. He kneels, offering his arm to me. “Hurry, before they come back,” he tells me and I take his arm, but it’s short-lived as a man surges forward out of nowhere, a silver dagger in his
