"There," he said, pointing toward a dark gap in the cliffside. "Cave. Narrow entrance. They can't swarm us all at once."
Kaya followed his gaze. The opening was small, jagged, barely visible in the shadows. It wasn't much. But it was better than open ground.
"Go," she said.
They ran.
Kaya's boots pounded against stone, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin, making every movement heavier. Cutie kept pace beside her, his legs built for speed even in panic. Veer moved ahead despite his injury, blood trailing behind him like breadcrumbs.
Behind them, the first howl broke into a chorus.
Kaya risked a glance back.
Wolves.
Dozens of them, pouring out from the tree line like a flood of fur and fangs. Their eyes glowed in the dark—gold, green, feral. They moved with terrifying coordination, fanning out to cut off escape routes, closing in fast.
"Faster!" Veer shouted.
