~ ZEV ~
He must have fallen asleep. He'd been dreaming that Sasha was running, crying, running away from him, but trying to help him. It made no sense.
But then he tried to roll over, to tell her about the dream, and his entire body lit up in fire and pain.
"Stupid fucking puppy… convinced he's a big dog." The low, muttered voice was familiar, but jolted him awake properly, and he tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't let him.
Zev grunted and caught himself, shivering and alight with pain.
When he blinked a few times, only able to keep his eyes open in a squint because the light hurt them, it was to find Skhal kneeling over him, shaking his head.
"Can you see me?" the older wolf asked quietly.
"Yes. I have a fever. I'm not blind."
"Yet," Skhal said ominously.
Zev opened his eyes again, wincing at the pain and sighed. "You have to keep Sasha safe. She's running. Really slowly."
