Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

Spilled blood and warring cries commanded him to be swift.

Thoughtlessly, Kyrell charged through the wood. There was a cold sensation to accompany his heartbeat as it drummed in his chest. Something old and primal. It raised his hair into jagged spines and primed his teeth. His usual playfulness abandoned in the wood as purpose fueled his stride.

He first saw Boone. The man he knew as patient leader was transformed. Enraged and spattered with red. His heart skipped as he rallied to meet whatever met his alpha's ire head on. Then he saw the interloper. The truth of the stranger's transgressions were unknown to him, but the message was clear:

He was to be punished before being ejected from their borders.

Kyrell's pace didn't slow as he joined the fray. The intruder had turned and it was then Kyrell saw Mae was the target of his fangs. A snarl sounded from his throat as he lunged for the soft flesh of the man's exposed flank.