The stench of dirt and something far worse—rotting, nauseating decay—filled my nose.
I fought to pry my eyes open, but it was a struggle. My whole body screamed with pain, and I could tell something was wrong with my ribs. Broken, maybe.
My arms hurt, my head pounded, and a wave of nausea threatened to overtake me.
I tried to move, but the pain was too much, and I couldn't even lift my finger.
Where was Blake? I remembered him throwing himself in front of me when the RV had come crashing toward us. He'd shielded me with his body.
Was he okay?
Then I heard it—a distant howl, followed by the rough, heavy breathing of something... something wild.
A black wolf, its fur matted with mud, slunk into my field of vision.
Its gray eyes locked onto mine as it circled me slowly, sizing me up l
