Page 25 of Fangs
“Whoa.” Wolf pushed me back down by the shoulders. “You don’t need to go anywhere.”
“No, I have to…people are sick. Where are the kids?” I tried to sit again, struggling against his hold.
“What kids?” Wolf asked.
“No one is sick. Just you,” Kai said.
“No, I don’t…I gotta go check…I have to check…”
“Emmy, you need to lay and rest,” a stern voice said.
“I will after this next one, Mac, I promise,” I mumbled, trying to push the hands holding my shoulders down off me, even as my eyes closed. “I can do one more.”
“You’re done,” that stern voice said.
“Please get Trey, please. I need…” My voice trailed off as sleep claimed me.
Angry voices cut through the daze I was in.
“—one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
“Wolf, what the fuck do you think I should’ve done differently?”
“You never should’ve taken her into the woods in the first place!”
“Wolf,” a new voice said in a stern tone.
“Are you seriously siding with him?”
“What was he supposed to do, let her piss her pants? I think he did the best he could with the information he had, and that’s all any of us can do.” The voice was feminine and fierce. “He saved her life.”
“Itoldyou not to trust her!”
“Look, I know I fucked up, alright, but I gotta?—”
“Shelies,and sheruns.You knew that!”
“Wolf, shut up a godsdamned minute! I gotta tell you something important.”
I cracked my eyelids open. Dark, blurry forms were moving around the room by the light of the fireplace. I tried to track them, but the movement made me dizzy and nauseous.
“What,Lee?”
“She said your dad told her you were gonna hunt her down and kill her.”
The energy in the room shifted in a way that made me try to shrink into the couch.
“What did I just say?” Wolf sounded furious. “You can’t trust her.”
“I don’t think she was lyin’, man. She wasn’t even talking tome.She was so delirious she thought I was someone named Trey, and she kept begging me to hide so you wouldn’t kill me, too.”
“Trey?” someone asked softly. “Isn’t that who she was asking for earlier?”
Someone muttered something too quiet to make out.
“There’s more. She’s got huge scars all over her back, scars like someone whipped her. And she’s got a fucking ’J’ burned into the skin on her chest. That’s why she didn’t want to change her shirt in front of Scar earlier. ’Cause someone fuckin’brandedher.”
The abrupt silence crackled with tension. Panic built under my skin, the pressure almost unbearable.
