Chapter Seventeen
We set up camp deep in the woods. Ryan lights a fire.
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
I nod.
"I'll go get you something" he says, and he disappears into the darkness.
I try to follow him with my eyes, but I can't. I'm too tired. Each breath I take is harder than the last, and there's a sharp pain in my shoulder, like a knife, or a pin, or a needle-- anything except a wolf's teeth.
I am distracted by the sound of Ryan crashing through the brush. He comes back with a small animal, with a large tail and sharp horns. I watch as he cleans it.
I watch the way the sweat glistens on his skin--the way his muscles bulge as he works.
He catches my gaze.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
I nod.
There are so many things I want to ask him, but I don't know where to start. Finally, I settle on why.
"Why did you do it-- save me like that?" I ask. "I thought you were going to give me to Lance."