Chapter 24 · Her Name on the Kill List

"Move and I drop you."

Two hunters blocked the tent flap. Silver rounds chambered. Eyes that said I was already dead.

I didn't stop.

Grabbed the first one's wrist, twisted hard. Something cracked. He folded. The second raised his rifle—I ducked under the barrel, drove my elbow into his throat. Wet choking sound. He went down.

I kicked the flap open.

Cain hung from a metal frame in the center of the tent. Silver chains. His wrists were raw, burned black where the cuffs bit in. Blood soaked through his shirt from the knife wound Marcus had given him. His head lifted. Eyes barely focused.

"Rena." Voice like gravel. "You shouldn't—"

"Shut up."

I crossed the tent, grabbed the nearest bolt. Pulled. It didn't move.

Cain's hand caught mine. Fingers cold. "You need to go. He's going to kill you."

"He can try."

I yanked harder. The bolt groaned. Didn't break. My hands shook. The wolf clawed at my ribs, wanted out, wanted blood.

"Rena. Listen." His grip tightened. "The pack—"

"I know. Marcus has drones on them. I know." I pulled again. Nothing. "I'm getting you out. Then we go after them."

"You can't fight an entire battalion.