Natalia’s POV
“He’s in there.” Catherine pointed a trembling finger at the makeshift infirmary tent, from which the sound of an aggravated male voice was coming. David’s voice. “Natalia, I swear upon the Moon Goddess, if this is more trouble—”
“It’s my brother.” I swallowed hard. David was alive, but apparently psychotic—I didn’t know what happened to him or why, but the implications weren’t good.
“Oh.” Catherine dropped her hand.
“I’ll explain everything as soon as I know what’s going on,” I said, to which Catherine nodded. Taking a deep breath, I turned and approached the tent.
The scene I found within wasn’t what I expected at all; but then again, I had come here not knowing what to expect. All I knew was that David was sick and had fled here from Bloodmoon, which meant that troub
