Hey, my hands stopped burning!
I unclenched my fingers and gazed at my palms. The glowing was gone, as were the accompanying pains that had been imploding my body.
Just for a beat, I was relieved. That had been a bad episode, and a weird one too. I fully intended to look into the whole “glowing” thing further when there wasn’t a giant wolf battle going on. But for the meantime a scream from the theater shocked me back to the present. I had to make a choice in regards to Not Blue’s proposed dilemma.
“Look, I have to get back in there. So, for the sake of argument . . . let’s say I believe you. What exactly do you want from me?” I asked.
“You have to help us,” Not Blue replied earnestly. “Some of the prisoners are competent fighters. One of my brethren could get hurt or killed out there.
