LOGINZahra's POVAnd that's exactly why I can't ask him to.“They followed us from Shadow,” I say, looking out through the broken window as another distant shape moves between the trees. “They've pushed through Edwardo's people and kept coming even after the Task Force dropped their trucks back to stop them. They don't know who's in these cars, but they know we're important enough that an entire military escort stayed behind to let us escape.”“I know,” Brant says, frustration roughening his voice.“Then you know they'll follow us onto your land.”“Let them.” He says with a growl“I can’t.” I almost growl back, and silence falls on the other end.“Brant, we just evacuated Shadow to get hundreds of civilians out of the path of this army. Lincoln gave up his home to keep his people alive. I can't lead the fucking things straight into yours because I need your hospital.”“My pack is my responsibility, Zahra. Not yours. And we’re a lot better protected than shadow.”“And you're our friend.”Hi
Zahra's POVMy gaze drops to the phone still resting in my lap, Brant waiting silently on the other end while I decide whether to accept the sanctuary he's offering. Beyond him is the hospital Max desperately needs, but there is an entire pack around it too. Homes. Families asleep or sheltering together because they know something is happening beyond their borders. Children who have probably been pulled out of bed. Elderly wolves who couldn't outrun an invading army if it reached them.Shadow flashes through my mind so vividly that for a moment I can almost smell the exhaust fumes outside the pack house again. Cars packed until there was barely room to move. Parents checking for the third or fourth time that their children were inside. Elderly wolves clutching bags containing whatever pieces of their lives they'd managed to grab. Lincoln standing there watching generations of his pack drive away from the only home they'd ever known because staying would have put them directly in the p
Zahra's POVAnother howl rises from the forest, closer this time, and Zanthe answers with a low growl inside my head.‘Still following.’I know.Brant hears that one too. “Zahra.”“We're fine.”“You don't sound fucking fine.”“That's because I'm covered in glass, there's blood running down my face, my mate is unconscious in the back of the car and an unknown number of rogues are chasing us through a forest.”The silence on the phone lasts barely a heartbeat.“Goddess above, please just fucking get here.” The humour has completely disappeared from Brant's voice.“I'm doing my best, man,” Xander says, gritting his teeth as he swerves again.“I mean it,” Brant replies, his voice tightening. “Don't stop for anything. Don't wait for my warriors if you reach the boundary first. You cross it and you keep driving. We'll handle whatever follows you.”My mouth opens, but Xander's hand suddenly closes around mine.I look at him.His eyes stay on the road as he shakes his head once, barely a move
Zahra's POVThe shadows stay with us.But not constantly, which is almost fucking worse. We'll go thirty seconds, maybe a minute, without seeing anything between the trees, and each time I start to think we've finally managed to outrun them. Then the road bends, our headlights sweep across another stretch of forest, and something moves between the trunks.Sometimes it's close enough that I can make out the colour of its fur before it disappears again. Other times it's nothing more than a shape running through the darkness, there for a second before the trees swallow it.They're not keeping pace with the vehicles. They can't. Every time we hit a decent stretch of open road, Aiden pulls farther ahead and Xander stays right behind him, pushing the SUV until the engine sounds like it's fucking screaming. But the road twists through the forest while the rogues don't have to follow it. They disappear into the trees, cut across the bends and turn up again farther along.Zanthe hasn't stopped
Zahra's POVThe wind screams through the car now, whipping my hair around my face and carrying the sounds of the fight straight inside with it. Without the window, nothing is muffled anymore. Every snarl and howl reaches us clearly, along with the impacts of bodies hitting the road and the sickening sounds of wolves colliding somewhere beyond the trees.And they're still fucking coming.The wall Edwardo's soldiers built behind us has stopped most of them, but not all. Some must have already been too far ahead when the trucks blocked the road, while others are coming through the trees and completely bypassing it. It doesn't matter that they can't catch the vehicles on a straight stretch of road. They don't need to. The road curves, the trees don't, and every time we manage to pull ahead, another fucking wolf appears farther along the verge.A dark shape bursts from the trees ahead of Aiden. He jerks the truck towards the centre of the road, narrowly avoiding it, but the wolf doesn't ev
Zahra's POVThe second the road clears, Xander accelerates again, but every increase in speed means Max is being thrown around harder in the back. I look over my shoulder just as the nurse checks the monitor beside him.“His heart rate is climbing.”“What?”“It's still within acceptable limits, but all this movement is putting stress on him.”No fucking shit.“Can you do anything?”“Not unless we stop.”A sharp, completely humourless laugh escapes me as another howl sounds somewhere outside. “That's not fucking happening.”“I know.”At least she doesn't argue.Something slams into the back of the SUV before I can turn around properly. The whole car jolts, the nurse screams, and Zanthe snarls viciously inside my head as I catch a glimpse of a sandy-coloured wolf falling away from the rear window.Another is already coming.“Xander!”“I see it.”He jerks the wheel, and the wolf misses the back of the car by inches, disappearing from view. But avoiding it sends Max sliding sideways again







