”What?”

” I’m fine. I’m not going to die. ”

”You might unless you heal, right now.” Tamsin lifted the hem of her soaking t-shirt and lifted it up overhead, exposing herself to Bo and Bruce.

Bruce flushed. ”I’ll give you some space,” he said, while heading toward the main road.

Bo’s eyes were closed as she spoke to Tamsin. ”I’ll be fine.”

Before Tamsin could answer, Dyson reappeared followed by Bruce.

”I spotted an old bus about a mile from here. If we can carry her, you and Bo can heal there. It’ll be dry at least.” He ogled Tamsin in her bra and pants.

”Her first. You later.” Tamsin slipped her shirt back on. ”Hurry, now.”

”I got this.” Bruce cradled Bo into his arms. They heard her groans intensify with every step and it frightened them.

Tamsin put a reassuring hand on his arm as they fought against the storm. ”As fast as we can Bruce. Only faster.”

Dyson had shifted into his wolf as he led Bruce and Tamsin down the road. He was about to shift back to his human form when he picked up a familiar scent. The faint sounds of music and laughing floated from deep within the trees. He sniffed and without understanding why, turned into a path that led away from the main road and the bus, with Tamsin and Bruce close behind. They felt a presence around them, unsure whether or not they were being viewed as trespassers or guests, yet still they trudged deeper into the grove, stepping over tree roots and fallen branches, until the trail opened into a clearing of bungalows. Within seconds they heard the music that Dyson’s wolf heard from the road. The closer they came, the louder it thrummed. Dyson shifted back to human form and climbed the steps leading to the largest of the bungalows, flagging for Tamsin and Bruce to follow.

Bo groaned and clung to Bruce’s neck, and struggled to keep her eyes open. ”It hurts.”

Empty bottles and a pair of shot glasses lay abandoned on one of the tables. A dented and rusting jukebox blared. Dyson pointed to the sign above the bar, The Dal of the Far East.

He heard squealing and there, just beyond the open side of the bungalow, he spotted two women tripping ankle-deep in the surf, a blonde and a brunette, drenched in sea spray and rain, spinning around each other with joy in their eyes and glee on their bodies.