Jax's P.O.V.
The cold air cuts like a blade as I leap from the window, landing on the gravel with a muffled grunt. I glance over my shoulder. Two men in uniforms storm into the room we just left, their flashlights sweeping through the empty space. A curse slips from my lips as I turn back to Sam, who’s already running toward the tree line behind the motel.
“Faster, Sam!” I hiss, catching up to her. She’s quick, but fear has a way of making you sluggish, your legs heavy, your breath short. I grab her arm, giving her a little tug forward. “Come on!”
Behind us, I hear the men shouting. The sharp, static-laced bark of a radio cuts through the early morning silence.
“Suspects fleeing on foot, heading east. Request backup.”
Damn it. They’re organized.
We hit the woods at full speed, the tr
