We burned out of the city at first light.
It was a massive, ugly convoy. Cassian’s wolves who could pass for human crammed into the black SUVs with Selene’s security detail. The rest of us ran. Twenty-three wolves in full shift, tearing straight up through the state forest lines. We didn't use highways. We used old migration arteries that hadn't been mapped since the eighteen-hundreds.
I ran point. Cassian was a massive black shadow locked to my right flank. Maren took my left. Selene ran operations from the lead SUV, her voice crackling through encrypted comms, catching glimpses of her grey fur whenever the logging roads twisted close to our tree line.
Day one, we ate sixty miles. Day two, fifty. By day three, my busted shoulder went numb and my ribs stopped poking through my coat. The
