Ivory
My muscles burned with fatigue, but I couldn't afford to stop. Not now. I glanced around, my eyes finding Cole.
He was fighting valiantly, but I could see the strain in his eyes. He was still wolfless, and the odds were stacked against him. There was just so much he could do with a machete and gun.
Our eyes met briefly, and in that moment of distraction, two wolves lunged at me, pinning me to the ground.
My limbs were already weak, but I tried to fight them off with every ounce of strength I had left.
Just as I feared I might not hold out much longer, I turned to look at Cole one last time to be sure he was fine and maybe beg him to run so Erin would still have a parent.
There was fear and rage in his eyes, and a sudden, almost miraculous change occurred. Cole's body began
