Lila's boots pounded the muddy ground as she dragged Kade out of the fisherman's shack. His blood-soaked weight pulled at her arms while hunters' yells, "They're running! Get 'em!" and Jaxon's wolves' howls chased them into the dark. Rain hammered her face, soaking her through. Her thigh screamed where Tara's claws had torn her, and her side stung from that graze, but her kid kicked hard, a jolt that kept her moving. Kade's ribs bled under her hands because silver hurt him bad. His leg was a mess from the snare, and his shoulder was torn from that spear hit. He grunted, claws digging into her arm. His gray eyes flickered with pain but still fought. "Not done yet," he rasped, voice rough, while blood dripped into the mud.