Colt staggered out of the water, boots slipping on the wet rocks as the last wave rolled off his back. He didn't notice the blood on his hands until Sadie grabbed his wrist and stared at it.
"It's not mine," he muttered, yanking free before she could ask. "Come on. We need to get everyone up here before nightfall."
They had been trapped where they had landed from the waterfall for the better part of a night and a day, and now he was more than dreaming of dry land and something hot to eat. The water was teeming with predators, and he hadn't dared to close his eyes for more than a few seconds.
Now that they were on land, it was time to regroup and form a plan.
