**Abigail's POV**
How had I been so stupid? Damion played me for a fool. He set us up, and now I am scared, cold, and miserable on the floor of this cave. David was bleeding he had been shot as we escaped. He claims it is a minor wound and he should be healed by morning, but this is all my fault I feel so bad. Why did I trust him?
I was tossing and turning this was so uncomfortable. Finally, pure exhaustion took over and I was able to doze off. Only to be stirred awake by David lying down beside me. Listen, buddy, I thought to myself I just dealt with one guy betraying me do you think now is the time to try and get me to sleep with you?
"Lay closer, I am trying to get you warm. Werewolves put off a lot of heat. I can't have you dying of hypothermia." he sounded annoyed, but I was freezing. I backed up just enough to feel the heat emanating off of him.
Are these two safe? Erick and the pack have to be heading to them by now.
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