Logan chokes out a curse as he sees Ellie leap from her cover onto the shadow arrowing for her. Running through thigh-deep snow isn't easy but he manages it, hauling against the ache and burn of his muscles and the wounds in his gut and shoulders.

He reaches the shadow as it swings back after throwing Ellie off. His claws are there to meet it, slicing it down the middle into two shivering halves, which seem to melt away into the air.

The rest of the shadows are gathering on his heels, clicking and screeching, so he doesn't waste any more time. Pulling in his claws he scoops Ellie up, ignoring whatever resistance she wants to give at being picked up like a sack of grain and held in his arms against his chest as he starts running for the nearest building.