ARIA
"They're gaining," Luna said from the back seat where she'd been watching the pursuit vehicles close the distance for the last three minutes.
Lyssa took a corner hard enough that Morgan woke with a gasp and grabbed the door handle. "How many?"
"Four vehicles. Maybe twelve people total. They're coordinating through radios." Luna's voice stayed level but I heard the tension underneath. "They know this terrain better than we do."
Kael leaned forward between the seats. "Can you lose them or do we need to fight?"
"Fighting means stopping. Stopping means they surround us. Surrounding means we're outnumbered and exposed." Lyssa checked the mirror again. "I'm open to better ideas if you have them."
Through our connection I felt Kael calculating odds and distances and acceptable losses, felt his wolf pushing forward with suggestions that involved significantly more violence than tactical sense.
