POV: Bea Sharpe

The attack came during Miranda's escape from the detention facility.

Five wolves, coordinated and professional, descended on those of us creating the diversion. Not Alliance security. These moved like mercenaries, hired muscle with orders to eliminate anyone helping the prison break.

"Ben, on your left!" I shouted, shifting mid-leap to intercept a wolf twice my size.

He ducked under my trajectory, using my momentum to flip his attacker. We landed back to back without ...