Rising Sun Valley Ears ring and teeth click and

Crashes my own thread

From Swiftcurrent Creek he cut a swift path across the valley, fueled by righteous fury and sudden desperation. Ophelia was here, close, and he knew it now. He knew that it was possible that Lestan was someone she knew, someone who was protecting her — from him. The thought made him want to vomit. It made him wish he'd been stupid enough to pick a fight at the border. Lestan had no right; he had no claim over Ophelia — and Arric, who had seemed so friendly and so willing to help, had supported him. Of course he had. They were pack wolves.
It was Everett's scent which cut through his thoughts first. Tybault grimaced, but started to follow it before the decision was even consciously made. His brother's company, even his least favorite, was better than being alone right now. Then he smelled blood, and the panic really settled in. He started to run, but only made it a few yards before he caught sight of Everett, and then —
Ophelia. He knew her immediately. Of course he knew her. His heart was in his throat and his feet just stopped under him, and he almost stumbled, but it didn't matter because she was here. Ophelia. Ophelia. Ophelia! Tybault called out, breathless, and started to run again. She was here, she was alive, thin and covered in blood and tattered to hell but she was here. He didn't stop, he didn't look at Everett or even try to see if she was hurt. He pulled her into a hug and knew that he would cross the world a thousand times over just for this one moment. For her.