"They're following us." Marcus glances in the rearview mirror. "Three vehicles. Maybe more."
"I know."
"Lose them."
"Working on it." Marcus takes a hard right. "But with Clara's condition we can't do anything too aggressive. She needs a hospital."
Clara lies across the back seat. Unconscious. Blood seeping through makeshift bandages. Her breathing is shallow.
She's dying. One of my best wolves is dying because I brought them into a trap.
"We should have known. Should have sensed the betrayal."
I know. But it's too late for should haves.
Freya sits pressed against me. Still shaking. Still processing what she saw.
I shifted in front of her and she called me beautiful.
The girl is either insane or a saint. Maybe both.
"Adrian." Her voice is small. "Clara's not breathing right. Som
