CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
My heart pounds against my ribcage, a desperate drumbeat that drowns out the chaos of our escape. We're like shadows flitting through the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the city - the Ironfur pack, my family, fleeing from the nightmare that descended upon our home.
I can barely keep up. My leg is on fire, a raw and ragged wound that screams with every step I force upon it. Blonde strands of hair cling to my sweaty forehead, and my brown eyes strain to pierce the Stygian darkness ahead. But fear propels me forward, fear of what those humans in tactical gear might do if they catch us.
"Lucy, hold on," Mia's voice cuts through the haze of pain. Her hand slips under my arm, steadying me. She's always been the sturdy one, her presence a rock in the swift currents that threate
