Grady held tightly to my elbow as he practically dragged me behind him. With his long, powerful legs, he limped faster than I could run. The wolves sprinted faster than both of us, though.
We were headed back into Margin, but where would we go? They'd find us, just as they had before.
Archer shouted something from up ahead, and Grady banked us to the right, away from him and Sasha. We were separating, likely to separate the chasing wolves, but I hated that idea. Too many things could happen to them, and I might never see them again.
The ground levelled out beneath my feet. The buildings in Margin blocked some of the wind, but running only became harder. A stitch of pain formed in my side as we burst onto the main street. The wind and snow hurled into us from all sides, now unobstructed. Surely we weren't heading back to the inn. That would be suicide.