Chapter 8BY THE TIME THEY GOT to the compound, Warren wasn't sure if Derek was still alive. He couldn't sense the wolf and Matt couldn't find any life signs.
As soon as he stopped the SUV, Matt hopped out. Together, they gently lifted Derek's limp body out the back. The boy's skin was gray and cold. It didn't look good.
They hurried past pack members who had come up early to prepare for the full moon.
“Pup in transition,” Warren shouted in warning as they moved between the main house and the smokehouse toward the smaller, sparse cottage set aside for transitions and other wolves needing special attention. “Is Reggie or Lola around? I need a nurse.”
“Neither is here yet,” one of the kitchen helpers said. He tapped Stacey on the shoulder and signed, “We need a nurse.”
Stacey washed he
