Swiftcurrent Creek the wounds that cut the soul

Whatever beast Jace claimed to be slave to, he seemed adept at taming it now. In the heat of battle, Bazi doubted neither male had had much grasp on reality - and this had been quite a fight, if the state of the winner was anything to go by.

She stepped forward, squinting at the matted fur in the region of Jace's throat. His throat. You went for the throat when you wanted to kill, not maim. Bazi frowned deeply at that, re-positioning herself on her haunches some few feet away from her injured pack-mate. The very idea that Ferdie would do something so reckless, when so many dangers lurked beyond the borders, was baffling to her. It seemed he had been the ticking bomb all along - not Jace.

"Fox needs to know," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Is he diseased? Why did he jump at you like that?"