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I have never felt anything like this. Such a searing, destructive pain. It boils inside of me, threatening to spill over, consume me. The shock and adrenaline had worn off. I had managed to shoot the wolf in the chest just as it had side swiped me with its talons. It had retreated into the woods and Leon had stayed, to my dismay of course. I'm breathing hard. So hard in fact, I can't see straight. There are three Leon's yelling at me. And my walkie is going off with shouts from my fellow scouters, threatening to come this way if I don't give a report. Shit "Leon," I seethe, wanted to vomit and scream all at the same time, "Go." Leon growls and drops to his knees beside me, pressing both hands to my side, making me. cry out hoarsely. His gaze softens, apologetic, but he keeps hi