(Brendan POV)
"I think it's time to drop this damn farce."
The Wendigo seemed just as surprised as I was to hear that voice, both of us turning at the same time to see who was the owner of said voice.
"Mark…" I choked, rather glad that he was actually not eaten by the Wendigo already.
But for him to show up in front of the monster like this… He should have just ran and alerted the Elders instead of trying to rescue us. The twins tried it, and they're most probably dead or dying right now.
"Run… Mark…" I gasped through the Wendigo's strangling.
Unfortunately, Mark must have not heard my words since he strode forward instead of running away.
At least the Wendigo seemed to be more interested in the newcomer than killing me through strangulation at the moment, its grip on my throat eased a little and allowed me to breathe somewhat.
Mark raised his hand, revealing that he was holding three pills of some kind between his fingers.
