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Mercy Thompson 06 - River Marked

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myself up getting in the boat.
    I heard something and jerked my head up.
    Four small heads poked out of the river about a dozen yards from the boat. Otters.
    Great, that was just great. Just what the night needed.
    “Otters,” I told Adam, my teeth beginning to chatter with the effect of the water. “If I start screaming, it’s because the otters have come to get me.”
    He growled, a low, menacing sound, and the four heads disappeared. It wasn’t as reassuring as it might have been. But there were no sharp teeth fastened on any of my parts that were underwater, not yet anyway. The only thing grabbing me was the damned weed, which was still wrapped pretty tightly around my ankle.
    I had a friend who swam once with sea otters just off the California coast. She said it was an unbelievable experience. They apparently were regular comrades to the divers in the area, playful and cute. They played a little rough—divers who swam with them regularly often had to replace their quarter-inch neoprene diving suits because otter teeth and claws are sharp—but most of the divers counted it worth the price.
    River otters are smaller and even cuter than their oceangoing cousins. They also have the sweet temperament of a badger with a hangover. It wouldn’t have worried me much—I have sharp teeth when I want them, too. But right now I was in their environment and not mine.
    I couldn’t see them. Worse for me, I couldn’t smell them or hear them, either. I could wait around for them to attack, or I could get the heck out of the river.
    I got a good grip on the nose of the boat and managed to persuade it to move out a little. Five or six feet more, and I’d have it out where the river current would push it the way I wanted it to go.
    The man in the boat began thrashing. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t just panicking—he’d gone for the pull on the engine. As the sudden roar of the engine broke the night, I grabbed onto the boat as hard as I could and let my feet leave the river bottom.
    The boat lurched forward, and the weed around my ankle tightened painfully, and for a second I felt as though—But no weed is that tough, and the boat jerked me out of its hold and drove about fifteen feet downstream before I pulled myself into the boat. By that time he’d collapsed again, and his hand fell off the tiller just as I grabbed it.
    I balanced on the seat and turned the boat back to shore, where Adam paced.
    The man grabbed my arm, and I almost tipped the boat over before I braced against his weight. If I’d had shoes on, my feet would have slipped off the wet wood, and I’d have landed on him.
    “Got to get away,” he said. His skin was as dark as mine—he was Indian, too, now that I finally had a good look at him—and still his lips managed to look pale.
    “Got to get you to shore,” I yelled at him over the noise of the engine. “Before you bleed to death.”
    There was a crunch as the bow of the boat hit the shoreline, then a mighty jerk as Adam grabbed a bowline I hadn’t seen or else I’d have used it. He pulled us up and all of the way out of the water onto the bank.
    I managed to kill the engine because I’d already started the motion, and when the boat stopped suddenly, I used the momentum to roll all the way out of the boat and onto the ground. My other option would have been to land on the man we were trying to rescue. The drop was not far. I hit the ground with my unprotected shoulder, which was going to bruise, but mostly managed not to hurt myself.
    Adam came over to me.
    “I’m fine,” I said. “Check him.”
    He raised himself over the side of the boat to look in. I got up at the same time. Either blood loss or the shock of seeing a huge wolf with big sharp teeth had finally driven our man, who was bleeding from the remaining half of his right foot, unconscious.
    Adam glanced from me to him—and then bolted. In that brief glance, he told me to stay put while he went for help. Wolves communicate much more clearly than humans do in an emergency.
    Adam would run all out, but we were probably five miles or more from the campsite. It would take him ten minutes to get there, maybe ten more to change back to human if he pushed it. I had no idea where the nearest hospital was or how long it would take for them to get the man there. Adam would figure it out.
    With the sun down, the air was chilly, the river cold, and both the wounded man and I were wet and freezing. But there was nothing I

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