Violet burst out of the main packhouse, her lungs on fire and her heart hammering like the grooves of horses during a race. Behind her, the shrill blaring of the alarm wailed across the compound, echoing through the surrounding like a death knell.
It was by sheer luck that Violet managed to escape the packhouse, and now, the guards were chasing after her with weapons. A sharp crack split the air and Violet dove forward as glowing blue projectiles sizzled past her head, slamming into the frozen ground and sending up bursts of frost.
"Those aren't ordinary bullets," Thalia growled inside her mind. "They're designed to disrupt a wolf's nervous system. They can't kill you, but they'll shut your body down."
"Good thing I'm not an ordinary wolf," Violet panted, pushing harder. Her legs screamed in protest, but there was no choice here. She was not falling into Zara's hands today.
