Sage
I shifted my arm mid-block—fur rippling, claws extending—and caught the rogue’s wrist, twisting hard. Bone snapped. The beast howled, but I was already moving, yanking it into the cab and slamming its head against the dashboard until it went limp.
Blood sprayed the interior.
I shoved the body out and floored it again.
Two more circled in the rearview, keeping pace. They were fast and coordinated. Not random rogues. Hired. Or worse—Darius’s.
My phone buzzed on the passenger seat. Unknown number.
I ignored it.
A third wolf leapt from the trees ahead, landing on the roof with a thunderous thud. Claws punched through metal, tearing.
I swerved hard, tires screaming, trying to throw it off.
It held.
I reached for the glove box, pulled out the silver-loaded pistol I kept for emerg
