Mattias's knife pressed against my ribs as the howls echoed outside. Wolves were coming fast, and I thought that meant he was screwed, but apparently, he'd planned for this.

Because instead of panicking, he grinned.

"Perfect," he muttered. "Right on time."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I spat, trying again to shove his bloody arm off me.

He didn't answer, he just pulled me toward the window, and before I could scream again, a loud crack split the night air. Thick, white, choking ...