Chapter 40 Best HopeCALLUM POV
"There we go. Thanks, guys," Zoe smiles, wiping the sweat off her brow as she, Xander,nI finish gettinSasha, still in panther formnbreathinreal shallow, off Drake s backninto the hatch of their SUV. Rika s rummaging through their stash osupplies like her existence depends on it, prob ly lookinfor somethinto try n help her injured friend. She s somethinelse; never thought a bloodsucker d give a fuckbout healing, but she s damn skillful ancares a lot more n she s willint say.
"Here, man," I say to Drake, shovinthe bundle of his clothesnstuff we threw together before goininto that goddamn warehouse in front of his nose. He takes it gently in his jaws, but his eyes are fixed on Sasha s limp, battered form. "Takeemngo find a place to shift back. We ll take care
