Most of the pups were already safe in the pack, but Voren's heart sank when he saw one of his warriors being thrown through the air, his body arcing like a broken doll before he fell, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
Seraphine checked on him, her face drained of color, her hands trembling as she pressed them against his wounds.
"He won't make it if we take him to the hospital. There is no time." Her voice was tight with desperation. "I have to heal him myself."
Before Voren could stop her, the blue light was emitted from her eyes and hands, a brilliant, ethereal glow that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her. The warrior's eyes snapped open, his voice filled with renewed energy.
"The Lycans were after Espe, but Jasmine saved her, so they want to kill her. We tried to help, but were overpowered." He paused, his breath ragged. "There are many of them."
