Chapter 13 The Slice Thin Line Between War And Love

• Ava's pov
• Deafening was the turmoil outside the packhouse. Blackthorn's soldiers tore through our defenses, wolves battled and snarls and growls rang out in the air. Holding Lily and Caleb close, their small hands squeezing mine with terror, my pulse surged. I needed to get them swiftly to safety.
• Every instinct in me screamed to go, but I could hear the battle happening just outside the door and could not. Not presently. Panic wouldn't rescue my children, hence I made myself think and be cool. I had to perform.