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His action gets everyone else to follow his lead, and I hug him tighter as we enter the waves. The water feels colder than before, less tropical. I can’t help shivering as Evander heads deeper and deeper.
Adam swims up next to us, his weird flotation device surprising me. The wet fabric manages to hold the air in the shorts. I’m pretty impressed. I had no idea such a thing was possible, but I guess I should be more open, all things considered.
“Everyone stay close. You don’t need to swim fast. Try to save your energy.” This comes from Tristan. He treads water beside us, and I bob in Evander’s arms as he kicks to keep us afloat.
“Eliana, can you hold onto my back? It’ll be easier with both arms free.” Evander rests his forehead to my temple, brushing my skin with his lips.
I nod my head, letting Chase help me swim in place as Evander spins around. I slide my arms around his neck and hold on using one leg to help him kick. My other one hurts too badly to move.
He swims forward, following Adam, and Chase remains by Tristan’s side, ensuring that he can handle the stress of swimming as he heals.
I don’t know how much time passes, but it feels like forever. The longer I hold onto Evander the colder I get. Out here, I can’t hear the wolves, but the roar of the sea is just as intimidating.
Tristan points his hand, and I look in the direction he motions to. I expect to see the rocks, but fear tightens my chest and what appears before us. It’s not the rocks or land.
“It’s the yacht,” Adam says, swimming ahead. “Do you think they’ll see us? The rocks are over there.”
I flick my gaze to where Adam points next. The rocks look a lot bigger than I expected them to. And thankfully, they’re not that far.
Chase splashes up next to us. “I don’t think we should go to the rocks. We need to go to the fucking boat. If they don’t know we’re here, we might be able to fight them.”
“They’re probably armed.” Tristan frowns with his comment.
“If you’re not willing to risk it, you can take Eliana and wait on the rocks. I’m going. This might be our only chance. It’s dark out and all the wolves seem to be hunting on the island, looking for us. They won’t be looking in the water.” Chase heaves a breath, swiping the water from his face.
“I’m in. We don’t have much to lose,” Evander says.
“Fucking fine. It’s better if we stay together.” Adam adjusts his bag. “We still have a knife. We can use it.”
Tristan groans. “If Eliana is willing, then I’ll do whatever you guys want to do. We need to agree though. All of us.”
The four of them look at me. All I can think about is how I need to get away from here. I need far, far away from the packs who either want to breed with me, capture me and cage me, or control me. I need to go home.
“We can always come back for Davian,” Chase adds.
“No, man. He wouldn’t want that.” Tristan crinkles his nose with his words.
I nod my head, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “He’s right. As much as I hate the idea of leaving him behind, we don’t know what’s happening. And if I start to change, you need to...” I let my words trail off.
“We’re going to handle it. But first, we need to take that boat.” Evander takes the initiative and swims, moving in the direction of the yacht.
“Hell yeah, we do.” Adam swims up next to us, offering me a smile. “Eliana is going to kick some fucking ass. You’ve seen her.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll just flash my boobs, and you can do all the hard work.”
He chuckles. “That’s what I’m talking about. These fucking wolves are going down, and they’re not taking us with them.”
Chapter eighteen
Adam
Kill or Be Killed
IDIDN’TKNOWbeinga wolf man was such a lucrative business, because I’d never be able to afford a million-dollar yacht in my lifetime. It makes me curious to know what they do. Because this is definitely one made in the human world. I’ve only seen one like it in the old boating magazines my dad used to store in our bunker.
I wish I had paid more attention to the surviving in nature shit compared to the city survival guides. I wasn’t much for camping in the woods and lived in a couple different places in different cities along the coast. I was more prepared for the fucking zombie apocalypse than Monster Wolf Island or whatever the fuck this place is. I’m more of a scavenger compared to a hunter.
“There’s a swimming deck around the back. It will be easy to climb aboard there. I didn’t see anyone looking out, and the yacht is anchored. It’s possible no one’s even on it.” Tristan treads water next to me. He’s a far better swimmer and fisherman than any of us. He was a nature photographer back in the human world, but paying gigs were hard for him to come by. And I get it. We’re all hard on luck, which is supposedly just one of the reasons why we were chosen for this bullshit. As for other things? I have no idea. We all have our strengths and weaknesses.
