COBY POV
I ran through the darkness with her weight in my arms. My breath was rough in my throat. Branches slapped my shoulders. Isla's blood was warm against my shirt.
Bryan pushed inside my chest and I could feel his claws trying to tear out. He wanted to shift. He wanted to kill. He wanted to rip the throats behind us. I forced him down.
If I shifted now and lost control, then I could drop her, or I could crush her by accident. I did not know how I was even holding her tight and not shaking apart.
I heard movement behind us, not Logan's men, not Kyree's. The steps were too controlled and too even. Drake's stealth squad was moving in a circular pattern.
They were not screaming or yelling or threatening. They were trained for silent capture. They were the ones I fought earlier. And I knew what Drake sent.
