The whistle had barely faded before Bianca moved, fast and sure, shoving past Elena in the doorway with strength that belied her elegant frame, sprinting down the hallway toward the estate's side entrance before Damian had even fully processed what was happening.
"Stop her," Damian shouted, already in pursuit, but Bianca had a head start and clearly knew the layout of Ashwood's pack house better than most people who actually lived there, cutting through a servants' passage that dumped her out near the garages rather than the main drive where Kade had left the truck.
Elena, ignoring the fresh ache still throbbing in her bandaged shoulder, ran after them both, Rowan close on her heels, the young survivor moving with an easy, loping speed that suggested a lifetime spent navigating unfamilia
