#Chapter115
Don't.
I'll find Sierra, stay. Look, behind you, in the log. Get in and lay down. Hide. I'll be fast, please…I beg of you…stay concealed.
This time I don't argue. I know this is bad and I'm losing use of my limbs and even the sensation of my fingers and toes. I can hear a soft high pitch tone rattling inside my brain and the bleeding hasn't eased up at all. My head's aching, my sight's completely out of whack and I know something is really wrong with my mind. My wolf is writhing and whining to let her come out to help me and I have to grip on with every ounce of willpower to stop the self—preservation kicking in to make me turn. It's a battle in itself and it drains me as fast as this new injury is doing.
