James POV

The shelter is surrounded. I've known that for the past twenty minutes, and for the past twenty minutes I've been circling the perimeter looking for something — a weak point, a gap, any angle that doesn't put me directly in the path of Vark's warriors before I make it five steps inside — and I've found exactly nothing.

I don't stop moving. Standing still when someone is in danger is the one thing I genuinely cannot do.

Then I see him.

Noah Carter, coming ...