“He’s lost so much blood. Is still losing it. If we don’t get some more in him soon...”
He’ll die.
Fuck.
Shuffling back until he could reach the divider between them and John, Logan slid it slowly open and whispered, “Why aren’t we moving?”
John glanced back over his shoulder, expression grim. “Accident up ahead. Must have just happened because the ambulance and police arrived about ten minutes ago. Summer traffic is always shit.”
Logan wanted to scream.
“How long do we have?” he nodded at Cole.
Max inched her way over to Cole and gave him a brief examination. “He’s hanging in there.”
He looked like shit, but then he’d been shot three times and clawed by a wolf. Realistically, he was lucky to be alive.
But for how much longer?
Frustrated, he turned his attention to Aaron, lying quietly off to one side. He was so still, Logan had already checked his breathing twice to make sure he was alive. He gave him a once over. Aaron’s knuckles were red, the swelling almost gone now though. Angry red finger marks covered his throat and his left eye was swollen shut, but his split lip had healed along with the cut on his cheek. Those were just the injuries you could see. Logan desperately wanted to know what had happened on his phone call with Jacob to make him turn on Tim like he did. Asking John was a possibility, but that felt wrong. He needed to get the truth from Aaron.
“Hey,” he said, getting Max’s attention. “Why is he still unconscious?”
Max looked over at him and sighed. “He had a lot of injuries. Lewis almost killed him too. His body is just doing its thing.”
Logan breathed in deep. The tang of blood and sickness clung to the air, pulling a low whine from him. The temptation to shift and curl up between Cole and Aaron was strong. Emotions were less complicated in wolf form. He wouldn’t have to think about all the things swirling around in his head. But they weren’t out of danger yet.
Logan needed to be on high alert until they’d reached the Mothecombe Pack.
Without talking to Aaron about their pack situation, Logan had no idea if others would be trying to find them.
Fuck, Aaron’s phone.
They could easily track Aaron, and with no word from Tim and the others, that’s exactly what they’d do. Leaning over towards him, he started gently patting his pockets, trying to find it.
“What are you doing?” Max asked, frowning at him.
“Looking for his phone. They’ll be able to track him through it.”
She smiled. “It’s back at the cavern in tiny pieces.”
Oh. “You already thought of that?”
“Yes, but I didn’t smash it. It was a casualty of the fight.”
Logan berated himself for not thinking of it sooner. He could’ve put them all in danger if Max hadn’t been there.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up.” Max smiled sadly at him. “You weren’t in the right frame of mind to be thinking about anything.”
He grunted in response. She might be right, but it still didn’t make him feel any better.
They lapsed into silence, and Logan let his eyes drop closed, only to snap open a few minutes later when he realised they still weren’t moving. He held his tongue; snapping at John or Max wouldn’t get them there any quicker.
Except their pace didn’t pick up, and the road ahead ended up being closed and the traffic re-routed.
Cole looked like death.
The look of concern on Max’s face didn’t fill him with confidence. “What?” he hissed. “What’s wrong?”
