Zev opened his eyes and focused on Marroc who was rubbing a hand over his face. When he noticed Zev watching him, he blew out a breath. “We lost.” He huffed. “Obviously.”
Zev couldn’t remember what had happened.
“The Sandalio Pack.” Marroc waited, but after a few seconds, Zev had to shake his head. He had no idea what Marroc was talking about.
“They attacked us. They are three times, maybe more, as many as we are. Remember?”
An image of wolves tumbling out of the woods materialized in his mind, and he nodded.
“We have two days before we need to leave, then they’ll slaughter us, so you better heal the f**k up. You were out for more than a day.”
Zev lifted the blanket and looked down at his body. He was in sweats and a T-shirt. It didn’t make sense.
“We had to clean you up. They slice
