Literature
WoLF | Homebound
CONTENT WARNING: Severe injuries and blood Arix couldn’t feel a thing – or maybe he could feel everything, and that was the problem. Hovering above him, with clear-cut concern on his face, was Yahto. Yahto? No… That couldn’t be right. Yahto was gone. But surely it must be him, treating the poisoned wounds across his belly. Yet, whenever his shock ebbed for half a second it wasn’t his belly that ached. Instead, it was his tail that screamed for relief. It was not Yahto standing over him; it was Cas. Cas felt sick. He had come charging in with enough intent that the cat had left, but now he was left alone with his broken, bleeding grandfather. When he had first seen what was happening, his only thought had been to chase off the cougar. He hadn’t spared a second to think of what would happen after. After was terrible – he didn’t know what to do. He was a healer, but he wasn’t good at it! He wasn’t good at anything at all! The only reason he had even become a healer was because he was