Close to him, the jaguar-man stirred, bringing Kane's attention snapping back to him. Feeling vulnerable, not knowing what was real and what was illusion, he forced his body to his feet once again, facing the man. 

"Let me aid you," Lefa offered, frowning as he observed the sheen on Kane’s skin. He kept his voice low and friendly, seeing the sudden flare of heat in the vampire hunter's eyes. 

"Are your wounds so terrible?"

 Kane shook his head. He could not afford to go drifting between worlds. Not when he didn't know friend from enemy. That only put him in more danger than ever, yet he couldn't seem to stop...