The pain shot through Aila's back, feeling as though she was being stabbed with loads of pins along with burning her skin from the silver. Clint's hand was around her throat, but she could easily get out of his grip. Aila knew there was a possibility that her plan would go wrong.
She just wanted her pack safe and worry about herself after. But she also hoped to get to their cars first, but it was fine. She just didn't expect to be stabbed.
Aila hissed from the pain radiating from her lower back and heard her wolf begin to whine in her mind. She needed that thing out of her. Otherwise, her strength would go, and she'd be in big trouble.
