Jack's heart was beating hard enough to punch a hole through his ribs. He wondered if the wolf inside him, sensing death close at hand, would rise and fight. He gritted his teeth and prayed it would stay hidden and die with him, alone in its darkness.
Patience's powerful leg muscles tensed. She was about to jump when the whole of the far wall seemed to collapse in an explosion of brick and plasterboard.
Jack threw his arms up over his face for protection and fell back against the door. The old wolf squealed as the debris piled down on her.
Giant yellow eyes shone through the dust as something huge roared and screeched into the room from the black night outside.
It was a blue Chevy, its skewed headlights glaring out from its bashed-in front. Hadn't Patience said she owned a …
'Get in, you idiot!'
Through the cloud of thick dust, Jack made out Ava's willowy form behind the wheel. 'What the—?'
