135. To Taste Fear
Jael tasted fear and it was bitter on his tongue. "Mauve!" His voice echoed in the forest as he rushed to her.
His mind feared the worst and the thought of it hastened his footsteps. He dropped to the ground beside her. He could hear her heartbeat as he got close enough. It didn't sound alarmingly low.
He picked her from the floor and held her in his hands. Her clothes were drenched in blood. Her right arm was bleeding and it looked like the cut was all the way to her right shoulder. He could tell the cut was deep.
However, that wasn't the only problem, he could smell the Paler, he looked around but didn't see anything but he could tell it had not gone far and it was still lurking around.
"Mauve," he called again and she groaned in his arms. She was conscious but not enough to make an audible sentence.