Aila's gaze flickered between Silas and Clint; both of them watched only her while the rest of the hunters trained their guns on her small group. She knew without mind-linking them that they were observing their surroundings and every tiny movement of each hunter. But the closer they made it to Silas and the children, the more Aila's heart pounded and became too loud for her to bear.
Even the uncomfortable feeling of the forest floor, the bark, leaves, and twigs stabbing into the bottom of her feet didn't take her attention away from her living nightmare. Aila knew if they didn't come up with a plan soon, she would easily trade herself for theirs. Damon's chest rumbled the growl meant for her, but she kept her gaze ahead.
