Dodger, Dodger, Dodger. She remembered the last words that Elder had said. Kill him.
It was all coming back to her now.
She was bit. She was bit! That was what was wrong with her arm. She glanced down at her arm without moving her head, but all she could see was the once white sleave of her thermals soaked in dark red. Her gun was in the snow somewhere back in those woods. A flash of Dodger’s white wolf lying in those cold woods alone gutted her.
Her breath quickened with her panic.
The injured wolf was sagging against the back of the driver’s chair, and he rolled his head to the side and looked at Destiny. “What’s wrong with her? Is she dying now? I have a thing about being in closed spaces with dying people. I believe in ghosts.”
“You scared?” the driver asked.
“Disturbed. She’s human. How much farther. I need someone to take this damn bullet out of me.”
He had hurt Dodger. He’d been one of the ones attacking him. Outnumbering him.
“Taking the bullet out won’t save you,” she gritted out through the pain that was spreading up her arm. “I packed thatsilver myself. When that bullet mushroomed in you, it released the metal. You’re poisoned.”
The werewolf turned on her in a blur and threw his fist toward her face, but Lyric caught it and shoved him back into his seat.
“What’s your problem!” he yelled at her.
“I’m following my father’s order, Cap. He wants her alive.”
“What about me?” he yelled.
“Who are you again?” Lyric said blandly.
“I need to get to the healer. Please,” Cap said, gripping onto the driver’s seat. “How much farther.”
“Two minutes,” the driver said softly. Too softly. How could Destiny hear him?
She didn’t feel good. She turned and retched once, twice. Fuck. Dodger. A sob filled her lungs. “I want to go home,” she whispered. But when she said home, she imagined last night, when she’d been in Dodger’s arms.
The SUV turned sharply, pitching her into the window. She screamed at how bad her arm hurt, and she looked down at it from a better angle now. Her skin was cut deeply and wide open. No blood was seeping from her though, and her sleeve was drying. She pulled the shredded fabric up her arm and was horrified at what she saw. Long black tendrils were stretched up her arm, just under her skin.
“Shhhit,” Lyric growled.
“What is that?” Cap asked.
“Looks like you are both poisoned,” Lyric said, ripping her sleeve up higher. “None of this is right.” Destiny didn’t miss the tinge of panic in her tone.
Lyric climbed over her and pulled a pen from the back pocket of the seat in front of her and drew a line at the top of the black veins midway up Destiny’s bicep.
In horror, Destiny watched the black tendrils creep up past the ink line.
“Fuck,” Lyric gritted out. “Is there a first aid kit in here?” she demanded as she marked the top of the black tendrils again.
“Not in this rig.”
“Oh my God, is no one in this fucking Pack prepared for anything?” she yelled. And now even her dark eye was glowing whiskey brown. “It’s going to be okay,” she told her.
“I can hear lies now,” Destiny whispered. “You just lied.” Her breath hitched as she leaned back onto the window. “I want to go home.”
“I don’t know where your home is,” Lyric said.
“Dodger. Take me to be with Dodger.”
“How can I get the silver out of me?” the werewolf asked.
