Ava: First Contact

They have contact.

Selene's words have my heart dropping down to my half-frozen toes.

"How far are we now?"

Too far.

If it weren't for the gloves keeping my hands warm, my nails would be cutting through the skin of my palms. "We need to hurry."

My words are ripped away by the wind, but Selene knows what I'm saying, and I know she's relaying my words to the wolves.

Ten wolves. How many were with Lisa today? I think it might have been five. Outnumbered not only two to one, but one of ours is human.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Grimoire, is there anything we can do?"

I know there isn't, but I have to ask. It's Lisa, for God's sake.

You aren't sensitive enough to pick up the enemy. What do you expect?

His words sound harsh. Cold. Like judgment's already been made, finding me lacking. But I know it's his own frustration bleeding through.

"Is there anything you can do?"