The sound startled Desmond, who would have climbed down from his perch if Sarah the sound of another wolf approaching didn’t stop him. It was Sarah, in her human form, who hissed a little as she pushed aside a thorny bramble and came into view.
“You’re both terrible at covering your tracks, you know that?” Sarah said, shaking her head a little. “You’re not even that far from the starting point.”
“Goddess, please go…leave me here. Don’t let them catch you.” Desmond groaned softly, bringing his hands up to his face. “You just need to survive long enough for the extraction team to arrive.”
He waited a moment for a response, but none came. He split his fingers, feeling slightly silly as he peaked out at them, and found that both women were rolling their eyes at him. Why were they so calm? W
