REM'S POV
"Get off me!" Grant snarled, shoving at Rem.
Rem bared their teeth at him and scrambled away from his furry wolf form. Marcus charged up, Serine close behind.
"We gotta go now!" he growled. "Get to the car now! I don't want anyone left behind!"
Adding emphasis to his words, the sound of footsteps running toward the mouth of the alley spurned the group on. Rem slowed, waiting for Serine to catch up. They grabbed her hand and pulled her forward with them.
A few yards and turns away, the Hunters began shouting for the group to stop, an order no one had any intentions on obeying.