Amelia’s POV
Ruth raised the knife raised high in the air, light glistening on the blade. She was on top of me, a knee on each side of my ribcage.
For one terrible moment, I was certain that I was going to die.
Then the van hit a dip in the road.
Ruth was an older woman. She started to fall off-balance.
Using my whole body, I shoved her off of me. Then, I rolling, I moved toward the back of the van, closer to the door. Jumping out was certain to hurt me. With a road this bumpy, I was sure to break an arm or leg. Maybe even a hip.
But I’d rather some bruises and a few broken bones than I knife in my gut.
Yet, at just this moment, looking out, I could see the figures of two massive Alpha wolves racing after the van. They were gaining speed. They were almost to me.
I was almost saved
