Lila's grip tightened on the stick. Her knuckles whitened as the shadow staggered closer through the misty riverbank. Rain dripped steady from the trees. Her heart slammed against her ribs. A rough jolt matched the kick from her kid. She stood ready to swing, to fight, hunter or wolf or whatever the hell it was. Mud sucked at her boots. Her thigh throbbed where Tara's claws had ripped her. Kade's bloody shirt hung heavy in her other hand. It acted as a lifeline she couldn't ditch. "Who's there?" she snapped. Her voice sounded rough. It cut through the drizzle. Tears still stung her eyes from losing him. She wasn't taking chances, not with her baby counting on her.