From the shadows of the German forest, back where the trees were at their thickest, a woman’s voice whispered Wulf’s name. He turned, peering through the darkness.
Wulf opened his eyes in the night. Glowing blue numbers on the clock read two-fifty.
“Wulf?” Rae asked.
He stretched and turned over, kicking the tight sheets off his leg. “Yes? You need?”
Her shaky inhale startled him needle-sharp awake.
Her voice was choked. “I’m bleeding.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as his heart trembled. “We’ll go to hospital now. Come to the car. Carefully. We don’t need a fall to make this worse.” He held her light fingers in his and whispered, “I love you. Know that: I love you.”