Chapter 8

Justin grunted as his captor stood and rolled the carcass off of him. Sajah panted harshly above him, a strange white shimmer overlaying the dark fur at his shoulder. It concerned Justin for a second until Sajah was reached down to him.

He didn’t bother to make a run for it and instead offered up the blade for Sajah to reclaim. A look of amusement, at least Justin thought it was amusement, sparkled in Sarah’s silver eyes and twitched at the corners of his mouth. The massive hand passed by the knife to grip Justin’s forearm gently and firmly to tug him to his feet. Justin let him, eyes locked and some of the wariness left him. He offered Sajah the knife again once he was steady and this time it was taken.