Blackberry Fields Talk about unlucky

What was he going to tell Aideen? His mind wandered to the thought of his friend, who was a healer and most likely the one who would be patching his leg up, as his blood slowly seeped out onto the ground below him. Once Anouke had gotten off him, his body had rolled over to make him lay on his side. His damaged leg throbbed in pain while his chest rose and fell harshly as he drew in breath. what was he going to say to the other wolves? They’d ask him what happen, they would demand it so they could exact revenge on the being who hurt him. {i} “The fact that you exist explains everything…You should do well in recognizing us for who we really are the next time we meet, Rayne.” But he couldn’t tell them. Couldn’t breath a word that it was...Rayne fumbled for a name but realised that both encounters with the dark wolf had left him without a name for him to call. Then again, what use would that be anyway, if Rayne knew his name? The dark male would deny it, would claim he was nowhere near the rust coloured wolf and didn’t even know him. The cruel male would even point out that Rayne didn’t know his name so how could he be sure it was him? Rayne wanted to continue on with thinking how he could explain away his wounds without accusing his actual attacker yet sweet darkness that had been clinging to the outskirts of his mind for the past few minutes finally drew him away from the consciousness around him. He wouldn’t wake up again for a few days.

-exit Rayne and finish-