Redhawk Caldera Tremble

He should have been happy to hear those words, to know that the tree branch had fixed not only his nose (while simultaneously breaking it) but also his love life. However, Peregrine could only cough out something that wasn't quite a joyless laugh as he continued staring at the smear of blood. He was having trouble concentrating all of a sudden and felt like he might pass out.

"You fucking hurt me," he accused the red pool between his legs. "You were ready to throw me away like a broken toy." He couldn't help it. He sobbed... then again because that fucking hurt like a bitch. "I couldn't be an Alpha or a hunter, so I became worthless to you." Okay, which was worse: the pain in his nose or the pain in his heart? It was a toss-up.

For reasons unknown—but maybe because he'd just been bitch slapped by a pine tree—his mind flashed to the whelping den he had so meticulously decorated a day or so earlier. "I just want to look after the babies," Peregrine said somewhat inanely as his head really began to swim.