Zoe POV

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The wolf coming toward us isn't slowing down.

I catch the flash of him through the press of bodies at the perimeter — James, shifted, low and moving at a speed that makes the Scarlet Pack warriors look like obstacles in a drill. Two of them lunge to cut him off. He rolls under the first without breaking rhythm, sweeps wide around the second in a move that looks almost lazy, and then he's through the line entirely, covering the open ground between us in long, ...