Third Person POV
Torin did not want to be seen.
That was the only thought moving through his head as he pushed himself up from the base of the tree and took stock of what was working and what was not. His ribs were complaining loudly. The cut above his eyebrow had sent a thin line of blood down the side of his face that he could feel but could not see. His back had taken most of the impact when he hit the tree and was making its feelings about that very clear.
He could hear Azura's voice behind him. Low and steady, talking to Logan the way she talked to Logan, as if the enormous black wolf with the darkening eyes was just a person who needed reminding to breathe. He did not turn around. He did not want to see what Rhydor's face looked like when he shifted back. He did not want to be in this yard for any of what was about to happen next.
He walked toward the tree line at the back of the property.
Nobody called after him.
