Haunted Wood another way out

Santi, perched on his thrown like the king he is, spots movement out of the corner of his eye. His ruined ears perk up and his face becomes deathly serious when his ghostly orbs meet the stumbling, limping form of the other male. His fucking mate is hurt. Instantly, he clambers down the rock staircase to his ledge and dashes towards the smaller.

Stopping just short of him, he quickly runs his cheek along the others then steps back to look at him. Sauntering over to the right to really take a look at him. He’s silent and the dead glare he looks at him with isn’t directed towards him, but to whoever or whatever did this to him.

All he says next is simple. “What the fuck happened?”