In horror, I look at the pool of blood on the floor with not one, but two bodies. One of the warriors is clutching his bloody arm. I rush to the warrior and inspect his wound.
“You got lucky,” I mumble as I tear his shirt to create a bandage. “It’s a little more than a flesh wound, but it will heal. If the bleeding doesn’t stop, you’ll have to get stitches.”
I kneel beside the bodies. I recognize the man as Josh, but the woman is laying face down. All I know is that it is not Moira. In contrast with Moira, this woman has dark brown hair.
“What the hell happened here?” I ask as I look at four warriors surrounding them.
“Who is that?” Logan asks as he kneels next to me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper as I feel for a pulse. She is dead.
“We didn’t touch the woman,” a warrior replies.
“Did y
