Read Online Lost and Found (A Werewolf Wars Novel Book 4) by Bethany Shaw - Free Book Online
Authors: Bethany Shaw
Ads: Link
on,” Vincent urged, pulling her forward into the cover of the trees.
***
V incent collapsed against a tree trunk and ran his forearm across his sweaty brow. He let the bag fall off his back onto the ground, glad to be rid of the extra weight. Sarah, hunched over, brought her forehead to her knees. He was impressed with Sarah. Having spent a lot of time at the gym and training at the Harris’, he considered himself in peak physical shape. But the pace and intensity was taking a toll on him, and he had accelerated abilities. He couldn’t even imagine how she felt.
Sarah groaned as she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Exhaustion must have taken over because the next second she was on her butt. “I don’t think I can move another inch.”
“Me either,” he panted slouching down against a tree for support. He leaned his head back against the bark and closed his eyes. The tree was oddly comfortable. He could very well fall asleep right against it.
“You know the town was in the opposite direction,” she stated, quietly.
“I figured,” he mumbled, too tired to open his eyes.
“We can’t keep running. This pace is too much,” she choked out between pants.
“You’re not thinking of giving up,” he warned. He opened his eyes and fixed a pointed look on her.
“No!” she snapped. “We need to change tactics.”
“What did you have in mind?” Vincent inquired, genuinely interested. They did need a plan.
“Well, we know they want us alive—or at least they did a few days ago. We still have the upper hand.”
Vincent nodded. The men he fought hadn’t been going for the kill, which was why he was alive and they were dead. He was a skilled fighter, but taking on a wolf in human form was no easy feat.
“Do you think we could pick them off?” Sarah asked. “Maybe we could get a cell phone.”
“Depending on the size of the group they are in, it’s a possibility. If we got a cell we could call Dev.”
“What do you want to do?” Sarah asked.
“We can’t keep running in circles. Are you up to it?” Vincent appraised her. She looked exhausted. Dark circles had formed under her eyes. Her skin was pale. Fresh cuts and bruises covered her arms.
“Let’s rest for the night first,” she said wearily.
Vincent moved over to her and sat next to her. “Can I see your arm?”
She twisted, giving him access to the tender laceration. “How bad is it?”
Vincent gingerly touched the gnarled flesh as he examined her. It wasn’t bleeding anymore and the water rinsed most of the blood away. “It doesn’t look too bad. Stitches would be a good idea, but...”
“We don’t have any,” she finished.
“You’ll just have to take it easy,” Vincent suggested. “Did you pack anything we could wrap it up with?”
“I only brought blankets,” she whispered.
“That’ll work. I’ll rip off a piece from the end so we can still use it for warmth. The last thing we want is for you to get an infection,” Vincent said worriedly.
He opened the bag and pulled out the edge of a blanket. Using his strength, he quickly tore off a piece and began to wrap it around her wound. “This will just keep out dirt. You really do need to go easy on this.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she grinned.
He loosely tied the ends of the blanket together. “All done.”
Sarah stood up and grimaced as she shifted on her feet. “How is your back? I saw blood.”
“I just hit it funny on something in the woods. Nothing too serious. Once we stop for the night, I’ll shift and be good as new.” And boy was he looking forward to that—his body hurt.
Sarah rolled her eyes and grumbled, “Must be nice to shift and magically be all better.”
“I wish there were more we could do for you,” he said earnestly. He had an unfair advantage over her. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through. She was tough—tougher than she looked.
“We should find a spot to camp for the night. I don’t think we
***
V incent collapsed against a tree trunk and ran his forearm across his sweaty brow. He let the bag fall off his back onto the ground, glad to be rid of the extra weight. Sarah, hunched over, brought her forehead to her knees. He was impressed with Sarah. Having spent a lot of time at the gym and training at the Harris’, he considered himself in peak physical shape. But the pace and intensity was taking a toll on him, and he had accelerated abilities. He couldn’t even imagine how she felt.
Sarah groaned as she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Exhaustion must have taken over because the next second she was on her butt. “I don’t think I can move another inch.”
“Me either,” he panted slouching down against a tree for support. He leaned his head back against the bark and closed his eyes. The tree was oddly comfortable. He could very well fall asleep right against it.
“You know the town was in the opposite direction,” she stated, quietly.
“I figured,” he mumbled, too tired to open his eyes.
“We can’t keep running. This pace is too much,” she choked out between pants.
“You’re not thinking of giving up,” he warned. He opened his eyes and fixed a pointed look on her.
“No!” she snapped. “We need to change tactics.”
“What did you have in mind?” Vincent inquired, genuinely interested. They did need a plan.
“Well, we know they want us alive—or at least they did a few days ago. We still have the upper hand.”
Vincent nodded. The men he fought hadn’t been going for the kill, which was why he was alive and they were dead. He was a skilled fighter, but taking on a wolf in human form was no easy feat.
“Do you think we could pick them off?” Sarah asked. “Maybe we could get a cell phone.”
“Depending on the size of the group they are in, it’s a possibility. If we got a cell we could call Dev.”
“What do you want to do?” Sarah asked.
“We can’t keep running in circles. Are you up to it?” Vincent appraised her. She looked exhausted. Dark circles had formed under her eyes. Her skin was pale. Fresh cuts and bruises covered her arms.
“Let’s rest for the night first,” she said wearily.
Vincent moved over to her and sat next to her. “Can I see your arm?”
She twisted, giving him access to the tender laceration. “How bad is it?”
Vincent gingerly touched the gnarled flesh as he examined her. It wasn’t bleeding anymore and the water rinsed most of the blood away. “It doesn’t look too bad. Stitches would be a good idea, but...”
“We don’t have any,” she finished.
“You’ll just have to take it easy,” Vincent suggested. “Did you pack anything we could wrap it up with?”
“I only brought blankets,” she whispered.
“That’ll work. I’ll rip off a piece from the end so we can still use it for warmth. The last thing we want is for you to get an infection,” Vincent said worriedly.
He opened the bag and pulled out the edge of a blanket. Using his strength, he quickly tore off a piece and began to wrap it around her wound. “This will just keep out dirt. You really do need to go easy on this.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she grinned.
He loosely tied the ends of the blanket together. “All done.”
Sarah stood up and grimaced as she shifted on her feet. “How is your back? I saw blood.”
“I just hit it funny on something in the woods. Nothing too serious. Once we stop for the night, I’ll shift and be good as new.” And boy was he looking forward to that—his body hurt.
Sarah rolled her eyes and grumbled, “Must be nice to shift and magically be all better.”
“I wish there were more we could do for you,” he said earnestly. He had an unfair advantage over her. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through. She was tough—tougher than she looked.
“We should find a spot to camp for the night. I don’t think we
Similar Books
