Fantine

The door groaned as we jammed it across the front door, and the sound of truck engines climbing the steep gravel trail outside meant that Selene’s vanguard crew had finally caught up to our tracks. My shoulder was bound tight in a clean strip of cloth that Riley had torn from a blanket, and though the pain was still a dull throb, the physical presence of my mate standing right beside me with his claws extended gave me a strange kind of calm that I had never felt during any of my solo syndicate missions.

"They are going to try the side windows first because the front entry is...