The little group of rogues did not have access to a shovel. Instead, they piled up all the brush and fallen logs they could find to build a funeral pyre for their fallen friend and brother. “We need to be ready to move as soon as we light this,” Michael said uneasily. They were too near human habitations, someone was likely to see the smoke and come to investigate.
Hannah had done her best to clean and bandage up the wounds on his hip and shoulder, but being silver-tainted they continued to bleed and ooze and would heal very slowly. Hannah was hovering around him like a mother hen, and in any other circumstance Michael would have been delighted to have her attention. But in the moment, they were in serious trouble. He was certain that the hunter who had escaped would be back for th
