Chapter 40 Best Hope

CALLUM POV "There we go. Thanks, guys," Zoe smiles, wiping the sweat off her brow as she, Xander, n I finish gettin Sasha, still in panther form n breathin real shallow, off Drake s back n into the hatch of their SUV. Rika s rummaging through their stash o supplies like her existence depends on it, prob ly lookin for somethin to try n help her injured friend. She s somethin else; never thought a bloodsucker d give a fuck bout healing, but she s damn skillful an cares a lot more n she s willin t say. "Here, man," I say to Drake, shovin the bundle of his clothes n stuff we threw together before goin into that goddamn warehouse in front of his nose. He takes it gently in his jaws, but his eyes are fixed on Sasha s limp, battered form. "Take em n go find a place to shift back. We ll take care of her. Promise." Drake reluctantly bounds away with his things. I ve no doubt he ll be back soon. Meanwhile, Xander s been talkin with Zo