Chapter Twenty-Two
Sula applied another bandage to one of the human soldiers that was brought in. All around her, she could hear explosions and feel the building tremble. She ignored the fear pulsing through her. It had nothing to do with her and everything to do with Destin.
Patch and Chelsea had been quickly overwhelmed when the wounded started coming in. Sula had taken over the waiting room, working on helping those that were not in critical condition. She turned when the door opened and another man staggered in, his arm wrapped around a wounded soldier that looked too young.
“Mason!” Sula exclaimed, hurrying over to help him when he lowered the man into the last available chair. “Where is Destin?”
“Fighting,” Mason replied. “We came upon this kid and he needed help.”
Sula nodded,
