~ ZEV ~
That day passed in a blur. That entire week, in fact. Zev felt like he didn't really wake from his stupor for several days.
They'd gotten lucky. He'd been in shock and not thinking clearly. They were lucky that the humans either hadn't gotten their location or hadn't had time to get a force over to them before he was able to move.
Sasha had killed the fire already, so they grabbed the few things they had—waterskins, leather straps, the furs—rolled them up and he put them on Sasha's back. It was a heavy load for her, but he needed to get her out of there, and that was going to happen a lot faster as his wolf, with her on his back.
