Chapter 33: This Means War

“Erin! Erin!” Victor gently places Erin’s head on the ground and crouches next to him. One of his hands is hovering over Erin’s leg while the other rubs his head above his eyes. “Erin, you need to stay in wolf form until Healer Haven gets the arrow out. Everything’s going to be ok, trust me.”

Erin whines. There’s a loud, high-pitched ringing in his ears that’s grating against the pounding migraine forming. He looks at his leg; purple and black blood is oozing around the wound, staining his white coat. He can see his foot twitching but can’t feel it at all. He knows he’s still on the ground, the subtle smell of the earth is still filling his nostrils underneath Victor’s overpowering scent.

“F*ck. It’s wolfsbane,” Victor murmurs. He tightens his grip on the hair on top of Erin’s head, causing Erin to release a loud whine. Victor gasps, quickly releasing his grip as guilt takes command of his emotions.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull too hard.” He manages to say.