Kayla's POV
We climbed down into a hollow near a line of boulders and found a narrow space beneath the rock ledge. It wasn't ideal, but it would serve as shelter for the night. The rock face offered cover on three sides, and the overhang blocked most of the wind. I cleared a spot near the entrance and started building a fire.
"What are you doing?" Zach asked as he sank down slowly beside the wall.
"They're afraid of fire," I said. "They won't come near while it's burning." I bit the hem of my shirt and tore off a strip of fabric.
"Let me see your wound," I said.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Now, let me see it," I ordered.
Zach lifted his shirt. The gash below his ribs looked terrible in the firelight. It was deep, swollen, and red around the edges. Was it already inf
