Austin pushes forward, gaining full control, no longer the passive watcher, he forces himself forward, he is the dominant force, he gains control of the beast completely, he shifts, not caring about the pain at all. His hazel eyes just fixed on the figure as he falls to his knees beside her, one arm wrapping around her, lifting her gently up to his chest, her head just falling against him limply. She is like a lifeless doll, none of the usual fight left, so fragile.
His other hand pressing tightly against the worst part of the wound, trying to keep the blood in her body. There is already so much lost, her clothing is soaked with it, her pale skin is covered, the earth below her is covered and now he is. The blood is warm and so, so, very thick, so frightening.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO Harlow, don’
