"Captain!" the heavy gunner roared, shoving herself up from the tangle of bodies and shattered debris where she, Rhea, and the silver-haired lancer had crashed.
The werewolf turned, its remaining blue eye burning with feral intelligence as it fixed on its next target.
Jagger dragged in a sharp breath and tried to rise. Pain tore through him instantly. His ribs felt split open, his neck burned, and every muscle in his body felt hollowed out, drained by blood loss, exhaustion, and everything he had already burned through just to stay alive.
He saw the squad leader crumpled in the ruins of the bus stop, broken glass glittering around her like scattered ice. He saw Rhea barely managing to push herself up beside the other two Valkyries, one hand pressed to her wounded abdomen.
