Elena's POV
"Damn it!"
"Who the hell wants to die crashing our party?"
The rogues, reeking of their foul odor, were startled by the massive noise and whirled around to glare at the doorway.
In that single instant, I knew—this was my only shot tonight.
While they were distracted, I bit my tongue hard again. The rush of blood shot to my head. Lyra weakly shifted inside, pushing the last sliver of strength she had left toward me.
I braced myself on the bed, stumbling to my feet, and ran for the window.
It was the second floor.
For a healthy werewolf, that drop was nothing. But with the wolfsbane and Moon Madness churning in my system, my limbs were liquid. I would likely break my legs on impact.
If the person who came through the door was one of their buddies, I wouldn't survive the
