"No. You?"
"I'll heal." He had multiple gunshot wounds she could now see, shoulder, side, thigh. All of them are slowly closing, his werewolf healing is working on the damage. "Silver slows it down, but I'll be fine."
They sat there for a moment, backs against the log, listening to their own harsh breathing and the peaceful sound of the creek that completely contradicted the violence they'd just escaped.
"They destroyed the cabin," Liora said finally. "All our supplies. The laptop. Everything."
"I know."
"They almost killed us."
"Yes."
"This was coordinated. Professional. Military-level planning." She turned to look at him. "Who has those kinds of resources? Who can organize rogue wolves, plant bombs, position snipers, all to take you down?"
