"They're here."
"How many."
"Twenty at least. More coming through the trees."
"Owen."
"Back door is blocked. They cut us off from the bikes."
"When did they get that close without—"
"Thermal dampeners. We never see them until they're already on us."
"Mason."
"I know."
"You're bleeding through your shirt again."
"I know."
"Your shoulder. The gunshot wound from last night—"
"Lily."
"You can barely lift your left arm."
"I can lift it."
"You just winced doing it."
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You took three bullets yesterday and slept four hours and there are twenty wolves outside that door and you're standing here bleeding and calling it fine."
"I'm handling it."
"Then let me help."
"No."
"Mason—"
"You haven't shifted. Your wolf is still dormant. One surge drops you."
