The Sunspire I cried "dear god, I am your child -- send your angels down."

Donovan shrinks back as the threat of snapping jaws come much to close to his face. His brows furrow and he has nothing left to say as the other begins escaping dangerously down the mountain. 

Worry for the dark male tickles at his insides. A worry for his wound, the slippery mountaintop, where he was going next. Yet he does not follow. The brindled alpha shakes his head in solid disappointment. Guess that’s his answer. 

Goodbye Riley.