Allan placed her on his bed, taking care not to disturb her. He didn't care about his blanket because it would soon be covered in Althea's blood. They didn't say anything on the way back, but there was a peaceful silence. They both know they need each other but don't know how to express it.

"Here," he grabs a pillow and places it under her chin, being mindful not to touch any wounds while trying to lift her head. "Don't move, it could get much worse," he says as he pulls out a bandage, some alcohol, and some pads to help her out.

He instantly removes the paws caught in...