Namora grabs onto a tree to stop him. She lets go of his shoulder and shoves him away from her, "I can't, it hurts too much." The pain from the wound on her leg feels different from a normal bite. Every movement of her body sends searing heat burning through her blood.

Jackson looks at her bleeding leg even though he cannot see it in the darkness. Quickly assessing the situation he moves in front of her, holding his sword tight with both hands, he stands ready to kill the oncoming pack of dogs.

"No," Namora grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him towards her. She shoves him...