Lila's hands pressed hard against Kade's ribs while the rag soaked red under her fingers. His blood seeped through no matter how much she cursed at it. The rogue camp's shack smelled of damp wood and sweat while rain dripped steadily outside. Her gut twisted since Kade was out cold with his gray eyes shut and his breathing rough like he fought to stay alive even unconscious. Tala slumped against the wall with her shoulder a bloody mess since a bolt stuck in and her leg dripped red onto the floorboards. She gripped her knife while her sharp eyes flickered, but she faded fast and looked too pale. Lila's thigh ached where Tara's claws had torn her and her side stung from that hunter's graze, but her kid kicked hard to keep her going. She wasn't losing them, not Kade, not Tala, not after clawing this far.