Tears prickled Xendy's eyes. He forced his mouth shut after a dangerous growl as he accidentally scared the bird and made it turn to face him. His hands were shaking.
It might be a gunshot wound. She is wounded. He thought. Xendy tore his shirt and went running for the bird's stomach.
His mind was going crazy. The pain he felt through the mate bond was too much. When he got closer, and searched. There was no wound in the stomach.
But there was so much blood around her. He started scrolling through her feathers in a rush. Searching for the wounds.
Before the bird lost more blood, he had to locate the source and close it. He wasn't letting his mate die on his watch.
He was not failing his mate too, like he did to his people.
“I am so sorry I shouldn't have left you on your own,” he sai
