Neverwylde (The Rim of the World Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

ground. She became aware of Kyber moving to stand next to her as a protective measure.
    “Go ahead, Kel,” Fullgrath muttered. “You’re better at this than I am.”
                “Hoov—”
                “You,” Hoov abruptly said. “You.”
                Kelen touched her chest. “Kelen. I am Kelen.”
                “Keln.”
                She smiled. “Yes.”
                “Keln not Ganj.”
                “No. I’m not Ganj. I’m not from here. I’m from another world, another planet. It’s called Earth.”
                “Uth.”
                She pointed to Kyber. “He is Kyber. He is not from Ganj. He is from Seneecia.”
                Hoov focused on Kyber. “Kybr not Ganj.”
                “Hoov, are the Adajuss here?”
                “No.”
                “No? They left?”
                “Gone.”
                “Gone? Gone where?” Massapa interrupted. “Did they manage to get off this world?”
                Someone hushed him, but Kelen flashed him a quick smile.
                “Hoov, did the Adajuss leave Ganj?”
                “No.”
                “No?”
                “If they didn’t leave, but they’re no longer here…” Jules wondered aloud.
                “Hoov, did the Adajuss die?”
                Hoov turned its head toward Kyber. “Yes. Adajuss gone.”
                Kelen felt her stomach clench again. She drew the blanket tighter around her and wished she could pick up the blaster. Put on its lowest setting, the weapon would generate a small amount of heat. She would have given anything if she could wrap her hands around it and cradle the gun in her lap. Her wounded leg ached to the point where she could hardly stand or walk on it.
                “Hoov, we are hungry.”
                The creature continued eating. Listening. Patiently waiting.
                Kelen pointed to the kill it devoured in chunks. “What is this?”
                “Food.”
                “Before it was food, when it was alive, what was it? What do you call it?”
                “Toos.”
                “Hoov, is there another toos we can eat? Is there another one we can hunt to eat, the way you hunted this one?”
                “Toos gone.”
                Fullgrath grunted. “Sounds like Hoov tracked this thing for a while. No wonder it’s coveting its food. No telling how long it’s been since its last meal.”
                “Betcha it won’t share, either,” Cooter surmised.
                “Are there any others like it around here? Kel, ask if there are more of its kind here,” Fullgrath suggested.
                “Hoov, are there more of you?”
                “More. Yes.”
                “Are they here?”
                “Here. No.”
                Cooter snorted. “So it’s probably a loner.”
                “Ask about the orange room,” Gaveer whispered.
                Kelen nodded. “Hoov, do you know Ganj? This temple?” She held up a hand to encompass the building. “Do you know the rooms below us?” She pointed downward. “Do you know the tunnels?”
                “Tun-ls. Yes.”
                “Hoov, where do the tunnels go?”
                The creature pointed at the floor. “Down.”
                “Can we be safe there?” She shivered involuntarily. “Can we get out of this cold? We can’t stay out in this cold much longer. We need to find shelter. We need to find a place that’s safe for us.”
                “Yes. Cold.”
                “Hoov, can we go