Rue’s POV

The world blurred into motion, gunshots, snarls, the wet slap of claws on tile, the breathless rhythm of survival. I stopped counting how many mutated wolves came at us. I stopped tracking how many bullets I had left.

All I knew was movement. Mine, Percy’s, Aiden’s, three forces that had never aligned before but somehow united by a common goal.

Percy’s wolf collided with one of the attackers, slamming it against a wall with enough force to crack bone. I fired into the skull ...