Lila's gut twisted as the shadow loomed on the ridge. It stood as a dark shape against the gray dawn. Rain dripped steady from the shack's tin roof. She stood frozen. Her hands clenched at her sides. The stew bowl sat forgotten on the table. The warmth of Eli's fire did nothing to stop the chill crawling up her spine. Her thigh ached where Tara's claws had ripped into her. Her shoulder stung under the soaked bandage from Jaxon's attack. The sight of that silhouette hit her hardest. Hope and dread fought in her chest. Was it Kade? Jaxon's wolves? Hunters? She didn't know, but her breath caught. She took a step toward the door. She ignored Eli's grunted, "Stay put, dang it."