Beside me in the front row, a low, vicious growl rumbled through the dust. Sam had been driving, but he was already slicing through his seatbelt with a pocket blade, dropping heavily onto the overturned passenger door below. His eyes were completely amber, his inner wolf snapping to the surface on pure adrenaline. "I'm here, My Queen. I've got you."
"I'm functional," Athena hissed from the spacious back seat. She let out a sharp breath, followed by the sound of her kicking the cracked remnants of the rear window out to create an escape route. "Rachel, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," I lied, my fingers trembling as I groped for my seatbelt release. The moment the metal clicked, I dropped, but Sam's massive hands caught me before I could hit the dented door panel, safely guiding my feet beneath
