He shifted as he reached us, human and heaving, pulling me into his arms hard enough to bruise.
"Are you hurt?" His hands ran over me, checking, frantic.
"No. Fao, the cabin—"
"I know." His voice cracked. "I know, El. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Another howl split the night — this one triumphant, mocking. The enemy wolves were regrouping at the tree line, more pouring out of the forest to replace the ones that had fallen. They weren't retreating. They were circling. Cutting off our escape routes one by one.
"We need to go," Corvin said. "Now. The vehicles are half a mile down the road."
"We'll never make it on foot," Fao said. "There are too many."
"You won't be on foot." Corvin whistled sharply — three notes, rising — and two wolves broke from the fight. Thalia, bloody but moving fas
