MALIA'S POV

The ride back to Ironclad felt endless, but for once, I didn’t mind the silence. My body ached from every cut, every bruise, but leaning against Lucas’s side numbed it all. His warmth wrapped around me, his arm never once letting go as if I might vanish again if he loosened his grip.

The night air bit cold against my skin as we moved through the woods. Lucas and I chose to use the cars, while the wolves raced ahead of us. A few of them were behind, keeping to the pace of ...