Moving through the area, Rowan kept an eye out for trouble, but the Feral’s seemed to have moved on as they found no trace of them. They stopped after a few hours, the teenager placing the Alpha onto the ground carefully, leaning him against a tree as he pulled out a bottle of water and handed it too the warrior before checking his wounds.
‘Have you heard your wolf?’ he asked with a frown.
Archer took a greedy gulp of water, trying to lubricate his dry throat, before choking heavily on it, spitting it back out now a deep crimson colour. ‘No’ he coughed raspily, ‘not since he passed out and I shifted back.’
Rowan nodded, pulling out his supplies again, removing the sodden bandages, cleaning the wounds again and recovering them. ‘A few of them are healing’ he murmured as he wrapped up the
