~~Drew’s PoV~~
I told you so. Archer’s growled voice reverberates in my head as I let go of the weapons I had. They weren’t much to begin with and now I’ve got even less. They create a small cloud of dust at my feet as they hit the arid ground.
You can gloat later, I tell Archer. Right now, help me think.
I managed to get out of the trunk before Bancroft caught sight of me, not that it does me much good. A bullet from the gun he’s pointing at me will move a lot faster than I can, and since he just took it off the border guard, I’d guess the bullets in it are silver-tipped. No messing around, enough to slow any wolf down even with just a graze.
As quickly as possible, I take stock of our situation. The landscape around us has changed again since we left Dry Spring. The large rocks that
