A glass of water sat close enough to reach.
I stared at it.
No f*****g chance.
Maybe it was clean.
Maybe it had something else in it.
Maybe they just wanted me conscious and hydrated enough to move later.
That thought started circling in my head.
It made sense.
Move me.
But where?
I shifted carefully and listened.
There were voices on the other side of the wall.
Male.
At least two.
Maybe three.
I could hear boots crossing wooden floorboards, something heavy scraping somewhere nearby, then one of them laughed.
Wolf.
I knew it before I even thought about it.
Or I should have known.
Except I couldn’t smell him.
I inhaled again, trying to separate anything useful from the dust and wood and whatever greasy s**t was cooking somewhere in the cabin.
Nothing.
My sense of smell
