Accepting help from another—anyone at all—pissed Nic off no end. Which was no different than normal. Some days Nic could fall out with her own fingertips. After what they’d been through, Sanders didn’t blame her. They were all dealing with what had been done to them in their own way.
He nodded in approval at the contents of her bag. She’d snagged a shed-load of meal replacement bars and protein shakes. All lightweight, the small packets provided the best bang for the buck, or in this case, the most nutritional value per packet for their weight. And they needed it—all the wolves burned through calories like wildfire, their metabolisms wickedly fast since they’d all been turned.
“Cool beans. Did’ya get strawberry? I call dibs,” he declared, rooting around in the bag. Unlike some of the oth
