Chapter 14

Archer's heat dashed from my body, and terror replaced it, wrapping ice around my stomach. What was happening out there?

I listened hard for any sound from Archer, but I couldn't hear anything over the fight outside. He had to be getting a gun or another weapon. He should've just taken the bow and arrows still leaning in the corner.

I made to stand, painfully slow. I was a good shot when I had enough time to aim. I could help drive the wolves off while standing inside the window, even through the tiniest crack. Once I was on my feet, I crossed to my bow, but bending over to retrieve it felt like hot pokers drilling into my side.

More ferocious snarls and then a sharp cry like one of the wolves had been hurt. But I hadn't heard a gunshot. Had Archer hurt it? With his bare hands?