“They found Sarah.” Magda sat down heavily next to the hospital bed.
“Not among the living, from the look on your face.” Stephan gave a small shake of his head. “You should have gone after her instead of carrying me back to —”
“Yours was the life I could save.” Her voice was quiet.
“I know. I’m not being fair, I…” He banged his head back on the pillow. “She shot you with my gun, and Sarah died. I should have trusted you and just let you go do your thing.”
“You did trust me to do my thing, Stephan. I should have been honest with you sooner.” She swallowed. “I knew I’d be putting you in danger by taking you with me.”
Silence fell. Stephan took a deep breath. “Talk to me, Mags.”
“I’m not sure how much you will believe.” She looked away.
“I know what I saw.” He shrugged. “And they’ve got me on some really good drugs at the moment, so…”
“Ash was alive and at that location. I went to his house, took a couple of this things so I’d have his scent. He was in that vehicle with Sarah and the…” Magda growled. “Bitches.”
“They didn’t find him?” Stephan raised an eyebrow.
“No. I lost the trail at the campground. They stole another car. He was with them then.”
“Any chance he’s…” Stephan frowned. “Not sure what I’m asking here…”
“He’s not a werewolf.” She put a hand on his arm. “Neither are you. The stories get that part wrong. It’s not a contagious thing.”
“That…” Stephan slowly nodded. “Is one hell of a relief to know.” He frowned. “Then why hold onto him this long?”
“Good question. I don’t like any of the possible answers.” She leaned back. “Vincent bought your story. Thinks we were going to get the ranger and just happened upon the car.”
“And got attacked by someone’s pet bear?” Stephan shook his head. “That’s a terrible story. I was in shock when I came up with that story.”
“The teeth marks in your arm kind of backed it up.” Magda shrugged.
The silence returned. Stephan exhaled. “You’re a werewolf.”
“Magda.” He looked up at her. “You’re a werewolf.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Figured that out when I turned sixteen.” She considered for a moment, and then met his eyes. “In 1644.”
“Yeah.” Stephan took a deep breath. “I’m gonna need more drugs.”