Chapter Eighty Three

HECTOR BAYES

“Ughhh!” I groaned, feeling the muscles of my arm shoot up from the dust as I heaved to my side, grinding my teeth when a sharp sucking pain cracked and twisted up my spine.

I lifted myself to my feet and took a big, shuddering breath, glancing about the large field with freshly infused wolf eyes, my ears flexing as I caught the swish-swash of the wind whistling through the trees.

“Goddammit, Hector, hard bastard to kill aren't you?” I chuckled demurely, groaning again as I managed to take a step forward, my vision blackening for a moment before the litter of bones in the dark, low blades of grass came into focus once more.

How long had I been out? I didn't remember much after the attack, the memories of the fight turning to mush and white noise in my head.

“Nola? Kalden?” I called, my voice sounding hollow as it came back to me in space before I looked up at the dark, overcast sky to see that the moon had gone back into hiding.

They must have already gone back to the cas