One Hundred And One

Lenora

CJ didn't stop driving until the first rays of dawn broke on the horizon. He drove past the huge gates marking the boundary of the werewolf territory. Although I was sick, I could smell the otherworldly scent even though I wasn't actively seeking it out.

Laying in silence, my lips were tightly sealed, unable to form words. The leaf he gave to me earlier was quite helpful, but my senses were scattered by the poison, and I was still alert. It dulled the pain a bit and made the journey quite bearable. CJ remained silent and would occasionally cast a glance at me through the rearview mirror to be sure that I was breathing.

"You're going to be okay, my love, I promise you. We're here now. You're gonna live."

The thought echoed around the space inside my head like the roar of a great wave, making my brain hurt.

I tasted the bitter bile rising in my throat when CJ picked up my fragile body and cradled me in his arms like a baby. He had begun running to Magda's Little House.

Barely ha