“This will help take the edge off,” Keane mumbled. “I’ll clean you up as best I can while we ride, but I won’t be able to stitch your wounds closed until we get you into a sterile environment.”

Fuck. I should hope he didn’t plan on doing any stitching right now. Not with the way the ATV was lurching over the rough terrain. I’d look like Frankenwolf by the time he was done, I thought, my mind a bit altered with the almost immediate effect of whatever drug he’d pumped into my ...