CATRIONA

The tires screeched as I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembling as I gripped the wheel. Behind me, Jayden groaned, cradling his ribs like they were barely hanging on. His blood had dried in patches down his shirt, but I could still smell it.

I shoved the key in, started the engine—and that’s when I saw them.

Jerome, now fully human again, sprinted toward the car, naked, scraped, and bleeding. Behind him, Gabriel emerged from the wreckage, wild-eyed and snarling in his human skin.

Both men jumped in—Jerome in the passenger seat, Gabriel in the back beside Jayden. I hit the gas.

Through the rearview mirror, I...