Alice looked back over her shoulder out the van door, Toby was there soot and grime and blood smeared over his face, a look of exhausted concern on his face. "Toby! Yeah, I guess. Are you?" A million questions weighed on her mind, all of them frantically racing through her head, Why was Finley acting weird, Why hadn't Ash responded to her, Where was Cam, Where was Dyn. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and tried to decide what was the most important thing she had to find out. Finley had said there was a big fight, so more people than Brisa might be hurt.
"Who's hurt the worst? Where do you need me?"
Toby shrugged. “I guess,” he said in response to her asking if he was all right. He wasn’t okay, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “I don’t know. I’ve lost track. I think River is hurt pretty badly, probably Wolf as well. Heck, everyone’s hurt pretty badly. It’s a miracle people haven’t already di-“ his voice cut off abruptly as he pictured Jenna’s lifeless body. Toby slid down the side of the car, and peered at Alice through is blood covered glasses. “Is-is Alpha- is Alpha in there? I can’t see him.”
