"That -" she falters, "that wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to keep the rest of you out of the way so we had a clear path to all the wolves."

Crap. Crap crap crap, this isn't how it was supposed to go. They weren't supposed to make the others bleed. Allison watches as the wolf limps off, trying to pull the arrow from her own shoulder, ready to give in. It's strangely satisfying, seeing her stuffer. The thought itself freaks her out.