Book 5: We Don't Know Where He Is

Rose

“Adam, I told you–I’m fine!” I shout after the Beta as he does his best to get Kelly back into my room. From the way he’s hollering, one might think I was dying.

“I see blood!” he shouts. “And if you’re bleeding, that’s a problem for me!” He makes a face and looks away, and I have to wonder how in the world he manages to fight in battles and those sorts of things when there has to be a lot more blood in a situation like that than what just happened to me.

I went to pick up my plate of peanut butter and pickles and one of my fingernails rammed into the nightstand, bending it back slightly. A bit of blood came to the surface, but it’s not actually bleeding.

I did say, “Ouch,” and a swear word or two, but honestly, it’s fine now that I’ve shaken my hand a few times.

“What’s going on?” Kelly asks, at the front of the path. She has cobwebs in her hair, and she’s sputtering a little, like she ran right through a web. Mark and Tristan are