Rafe was too angry to care what Ferris did, but wasn’t surprised to hear the boy’s footsteps close behind him.
There would be more hunters and more dogs, fast in pursuit, and this would be Rafe’s only chance to disappear. It would be his only chance to hide Delilah.
It might not be good enough.
Fear was a sensation he would have been happy to avoid. It shot through him, filling his body with energy and chilling him at the same time.
Rafe had two shades to hide and defend, and he had shot a norm in cold blood. Any possibility of disguising his presence was gone. They were three fugitives—with a team of the Society’s shade hunters and their dogs hot on the scent.
Never mind the commandos who had bombed the refuge. When those men finished executing every woman at the refuge without findi
