***Zane***
“You have to get out of here,” Tylen groans, attempting to put weight on his injured front paw but wincing in pain.
I turn back to the harbor, seeing many wolves trying to escape the poisonous gas dispersing across the docks in small green clouds.
Tylen can’t walk… and I won’t leave him.
“Shift. I’ll carry you,” I urge him, Tylen opening his mouth to protest. “Shift now!” I growl, Tylen’s wolf morphing into its injured human. It’s only when I see Tylen’s mangled body that I realize the severity of his injuries. His shoulder is torn open while claw and bite marks litter his chest.
He won’t make it unless we get him help now! Grayson hisses.
“Get on my back and hold on tight. I’m getting you out of here,” I instruct Tylen, Grayson lowering himself so he can climb on eas
