Chapter 50. Last

Nate

After breaking both guns, I jog toward the battle. My arm heals slower than usual due to the silver. My muscles tighten from the pain, and as I check the wound, I realize the bullet must still be inside.

"Dante, how are you doing? Can we shift?" I ask him, gritting my teeth. I’d prefer to have my full strength when I’m back at fighting.

"It was easier to clean out the first dose of silver. You’ve already lost blood. I can’t push out much more." he huffs in annoyance, but to my relief, his voice is solid and steady.

"Yeah, I feel weak," I reply. At least it’s only my arm. No vital organs, and my leg is back to normal.

"We need rest," Dante states, like that would change the situation.

"No time for that," I shrug, speeding up.

Roars and cries ring in the air, the forest’s familiar scent laced with the scents of several peoples’ blood. From this distance, it is impossible t