Chapter 23

“Dammit. I knew you were hurt.”

“No, I’m just a little woozy.” I almost felt bad for taking advantage of his concern. Almost, but not enough to deny myself his touch.

It was getting lighter now, and with the mist dissipating, it was easier to see. Nick held onto my arm as we stood over the creature he’d shot. There wasn’t much left of the head.

It lay on its side, a tawny beast about eighteen feet from where the nose should have been to tail, with a huge…“Mane? Jesus, this looks like a lion.”

“How can that be?” Hank bent down to study it more closely.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said. I was starting to shiver, and Nick handed me a bottle of water. “Thank you.” His arm came around to support my back, and I relaxed into him.

“Take a look at the scar on its flank.” Hank touched the ragged coat. “It looks like he had a run in with something as tough as him.”

“We’d better get out of here.” My back and ribs ached, and suddenly I felt every one of my sixty years.