Seeing my cousin lying bleeding on the floor knowing he had got hurt, coming to help us, and ultimately being there saving my mate was crushing my heart. The guilt and love for him right now was overwhelming.
Hearing the officers from the Werewolf Council saying he had three or four large lacerations to his side which were still bleeding heavily terrified me. We deal with injuries frequently with being warriors, so we know first aid, we know about wounds and how serious they can be. This wasn't sounding good.
The Werewolf Council had arranged a helicopter along with a Dr from a nearby pack which had a large hospital, because they wanted him to be in a pack hospital that had knowledge of shifters and knew how best to treat them. The hospital here was too small and they did not trust the
