17
It’s dark by the time Nico returns. He limps into view, howls, and collapses.
Hepa is busy tending Greg who has gotten steadily worse. Cassie cried herself to sleep. Which leaves Jordan and me keeping watch. After Nico falls into the sand, we exchange glances.
“He’s not getting back up,” I say.
“Yep. Looks like we gotta get the grumpy bastard,” Jordan agrees.
Hepa already treated where the arrow pierced my leg and the other more superficial scrapes and bruises. I’m not in terrible pain, but I’m also in no condition to help carry a werewolf. And even though Jordan is a big guy, he doesn’t have anywhere near Nico’s mass. He ends up dragging Nico through the silt. Clumps of b****y sand are left behind in his wake.
I gently shake Cassie awake, while Hepa wafts something under Nico’s n
