Wolves and the River of Stone (Vesik Book 2) by Eric Asher

Author:Eric Asher [Asher, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Unknown
Publisher: Eric R. Asher
Published: 2013-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

“Vik,” Zola said. “Bring us the necromancer.” She hobbled into the light of the flickering torch at the center of the glen. The crackles of the flame were fireworks in the silence. Zola held up her hand to stop Vik where she wanted him.

Dominic dropped the body he’d been feeding on and looked toward the woods. Vik put Zachariah between him and the sounds of screaming rolling over the eastern earthworks.

I smiled when Hugh came over the crest and into the glen. His fur was bloody and matted with dirt and twigs, but his stride was effortless. There was a dirty bundle of clothes wrapped up in his arms. A battle-worn Foster and Alan walked behind him. Alan had a black-cloaked figure in tow.

“We found one alive,” Hugh said as Alan dragged the screaming man close to the torchlight and left him on the ground. One glance showed me his legs were broken. The man started to talk, but Alan knocked him out with a quick punch.

Sam ran up to Foster and hugged him. The hard lines etched in Foster’s face softened and he returned the gesture with one arm. “You’re hurt,” she said.

“It’s not bad.”

Sam reached out and touched a tear in his right wing. Blood poured from the wound in rivulets. “Dammit, Foster. It is bad.”

He shook his head. “Aideen will fix it, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, after she kills you,” Sam muttered.

Hugh stopped beside Foster and unwrapped the bundle of cloth he was carrying. His body began to shimmer and pop while he was still working with the bundle. A now familiar burning brushed against my aura as Hugh shifted back into human form. His exaggerated muscles vibrated and flattened out over his arms as his posture straightened and his fur fell off. He stared at the contents of the bundle as it fell open.

“May I help?” he said.

Foster nodded.

Hugh crouched down in all his naked glory and pulled out a small mortar and pestle, some herbs, and what looked like a sports bottle of water.

I elbowed Sam in the ribs when I noticed her staring. She blushed under her drying mask of blood. A deep rumbling shook the earth beneath our feet and I turned to find Aeros staring at us. His craggy granite face wore a jagged grin as he laughed. I smiled at him and turned back to Hugh and Foster.

Hugh was mixing something with the mortar and pestle. He lifted it to his nose and took a deep breath. He nodded and scooped out a pasty green mixture. Hugh rubbed his hands together and then smeared the concoction over both sides of Foster’s wings. “It won’t do much, but it should stop the bleeding.” By the time he finished talking, the flow of blood was greatly diminished.

“Thanks, Hugh,” Foster said.

“One good turn deserves another, my friend. I might have been killed if you hadn’t caught the necromancer.” Hugh tilted his head to the side to indicate the cloaked figure on the ground. He rubbed his hands off on the bundle of clothes and stood up.

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