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Blood matted his shoulder. Blood caked the side of his face. Pain lanced Aventus' side with every step. Adrenaline carried them out of Rivenwood, but when there was no sign of pursuit and it began to wear off, he was forced to rely on Arielle more than he cared to just to get back to the valley. When they got beyond the boulder, he sank into a shaky sit and began to lap the blood from his shoulder as best he could.

Merrick was in much worse shape, so when his father instructed Arielle to treat him first, Aventus responded with a toothsome snarl. No, he told his mate in a voice that brooked no argument. I am fine. He will die without immediate care. Aventus was a right mess, too, but so was Arielle. She needed help as well. Where was that self-proclaimed physician? He looked around but did not see Stryx among the gathered.

The red-furred child was brought forward. The edges of Aventus' vision shimmered and swam. Val was wandering about with a painful looking tear in his nose. Now that he was still, weariness dragged heavily at the Bruin-jaw's bones. Blood still seeped from his wounds. He would not die... But his eyes flagged and he slumped to the ground, barely staving off unconsciousness.