“His name’s Sam,” Astrid said. “That’s Edilio, this is my brother, Little Pete, and I’m Astrid. And I think you just saved our lives.”
Lana nodded. Better. The girl was showing Lana respect. “My name’s Lana. And listen, people, the coyotes aren’t done with us. We need to make sure that door will hold.”
“I’m on it,” Edilio said.
The wounded boy woke with a start.
He stared at the dead coyotes. He reached for his neck. He stared at the blood on his hand.
“You’ll live,” Lana said. “And I’ll fix the rest of it. Just let me keep my hand on it.”
He seemed dubious. He glanced at Astrid.
“She saved our lives,” Astrid said. “And she just closed up a wound that was gushing blood a minute ago.”
Sam allowed her to place her hand against his neck.
“Who are you?” he asked in a croak of a voice.
“Lana. Lana Arwen Lazar,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. But don’t be too grateful: your life may not stay saved.”
He nodded. He listened to the frenzy outside, and flinched when one of the coyotes threw himself against the door.
“Is that a gold bar Edilio is using as a hammer?” Edilio had broken down the bed and was hammering one of the rails over the door.
Lana laughed sardonically. “Yeah. We have a lot of gold. Patrick and me, we’re rich.”
She moved her hand down his neck to his shoulder. “It works better if you take off your shirt,” she said.
He winced in pain. “I don’t think I can.”
Lana slid her hand under his shirt, feeling the gruesome mess of secondary wounds. “It’ll feel better in a few minutes.”
“How do you do that?” he asked.
“There are a lot of weird things going on.”
The boy nodded. “Yeah. We noticed. Thanks for saving my life.”
“You’re welcome, but like I said, it may be temporary. They’re not really trying to get in yet. When Pack Leader gets here, that could change. They’re strong, you know, and smart.”
“You’re bleeding yourself,” he said.
“I’ll fix that,” she said, almost indifferent. “I’ve gotten kind of used to being cut up one way or another.”
She pressed her blood-covered hand against her leg.
“Who is this Pack Leader?” Sam asked.
“He’s the head coyote. I tricked him into letting me come here. I hoped I’d be able to get away. Or at least have something to eat besides roadkill. Coyotes are smart, but they’re still just smart dogs, basically. Are you guys hungry? I am.”
Sam nodded. Then he climbed stiffly to his feet, moving like an old man.
“As soon as I’m done with my leg, I’ll do yours,” Lana said. “We have a pretty good supply of food and plenty of water, at least for a while. The question is whether Pack Leader will be able to find a way in here.”