We didn't make it back to the city limits.
An hour into the run, Selene took one look at the blood soaking through my fur and called a hard stop. I tried to argue. Even half-baked wolf healing was faster than a trauma ward, and the bleeding had mostly stopped.
But Dorian’s teeth had gone in dirty and deep, tearing muscle on an angle. Every time my front paws hit the dirt, a blinding spike of pain shot straight up my neck.
"You're dragging," Selene said, already shifting back to human form. "And you're leaving a blood trail a mile wide."
"She's right." Cassian trotted up. He was still in his wolf skin, massive and coated in dried gore.
His gold eyes tracked the blood running down my shoulder, then flicked to the tree line. "We’re two hours out. Cross’s backups could be sweeping this
