Page 79 of Tangled Fates

AAAAAH-OOOOOOOOOOW!

Help me, Wolfy. Help me save him.

TO THE RESCUE!

I squeezed everything that I could out of Brody’s wound before a soft glow took over my hands. I focused on what I was doing, trying to envision the venom coursing through Brody’s body. It glowed like lightning in the mind’s eye, seeping through his veins and tainting his muscles. But the harder I squeezed his wound, the more the glow of my hands penetrated his skin.

Until the entire wound glowed like starlight.

“What the fuck?” Dean murmured.

“Stay with me,” I grunted as my hands shivered. “Stay with me and fight, Brody. Fight like your life depends on it!”

AAAAAH-OOOOOOOOOOW!

I squeezed my eyes shut as his howls of pain racked the cave walls. Rocks tumbled to the floor and dirt fell from the ceiling as the whole world seemed to quake around us. I shifted my hands, pressing on other spots around his wound in order to squeeze the disgusting bugs and venom out of his wound. And as I drew in a deep breath to prepare to squeeze again, something weird happened.

All of a sudden, images burst forth in my mind’s eye.

“Has he been fed?”

“Who? The wolf?”

“He’s got a name. Brody. Has he been fed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, feed him! He was kind enough to seek us out. The least we can do is feed the fucker.”

“What?” I asked breathlessly.

“You need anything else?”

I finally heard Brody’s voice. “A nice, hot bath would be good. You got anything like that around here?”

“For you? I’m sure we can find it. Hold on and let me go figure things out.”

Brody snickered. “And maybe a nice woman to lay with for the night. It was a hell of a journey getting here.”

“A—a what now?” I asked.

“Raven?” Levi asked.

I didn’t see any scenery, or smell anything, or recognize any of the other voices that were with my cousin. But I knew someone was there. None of what he was saying made any sort of sense, even though I knew that was his voice. I heard Brody talking with someone, making demands regarding food, and shelter, and—and women. There was something about a bath, and…

“Wait, no. No! What are you doing!?”

I winced at the sound of Brody shrieking inside my head.

“Raven, come up for air,” Dean said.

I shook my head and continued squeezing Brody’s wound as I focused on the voices in my head. Something didn’t sit right with me. I had that same dreaded sort of feeling in the pit of my chest as the voices morphed and twisted upon themselves.

Then, the images kicked in.

“No, please!” Brody exclaimed.

I watched as a couple of men tossed him into a cage and flipped the door closed.

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