Chapter Twenty-Six: Stupidity

"Robin, if you need me to carry you, I will. Just say the word, okay?"

Brandon's voice carried over the toxic winds that blew fumes in our faces, and I shook my head as I coughed into my fist.

My lungs were heaving, and it was hard for me to shift.

But still, it was better than running in my human form. My skin was already damp with sweat from the heat, I wouldn't last long if I ran like this.

"No, I got it. Timmy, once I shift, climb on my back."

"But... I can follow too!" He whined.

I quickly cut him a glare. "I'm not willing to risk it, and after what you just pulled, you have NO right to talk back to me!"

"..'m sorry..." Timmy muttered under his breath, before he flinched.

He seemed hurt at my anger, but it didn't matter right now. What mattered is that he was alive and well enough to be hurt.

Without another word, I shifted in another spray of thick blood. It hurt a bit, my lungs felt caved in during the intense ripping of my human image.

But I managed, glancing at Timm