Chapter 6Frode’s hands ached from his too-tight hold on the steering wheel as he tried to find the way on the meandering gravel roads leading deeper and deeper into the woods. He had no idea where he was, and Imre was fading next to him. He hadn’t spoken for more than thirty minutes, and the passenger seat was soaked with blood. If he’d been pale before, it was nothing compared to now.
“Imre.”
No reply.
Frode looked at the road, then at Imre. When he reached out, he almost yanked his hand away. He was cold. “Imre.” He gently shook his hand and brown eyes snapped open, the distant look in them sending a shiver through Frode.
“Imre. Where are you gonna shift?”
He peeled back his lips, revealing not entirely human, bloodstained teeth.
“Can you speak?”
A huff.
Shit. Frode removed his h
