A quick glance at our party tells me something’s off. “Wait! Where are Jackson and Leeg One?” “They stayed at the Grinder to hold the mutts back,” says Homes. “What?” I’m lunging back for the bridge, willing to leave no one to those monsters, when he yanks me back. “Don’t waste their lives, Katniss. It’s too late for them. Look!” Homes nods to the pipe, where the mutts are slithering onto the ledge.
