Shook hands with the devil

Tamsyn · (This post was last modified: 09-02-2020, 05:21 AM by Tamsyn.)

By the time they reached the Armada's borders her lungs were burning from the full tilt sprint she had done to get here and she was beginning to get a bit dizzy from the blood loss she was experiencing from the two wounds Osmond had landed. She hadn't looked back to see if the woman that had been with her brother had managed to follow or keep up with her. She desperately hoped she had, but for now she just needed to get to Resin. That was the one thought that kept repeating through her mind. Get to Resin. Get to Resin. If she could just make it to Resin then she would be safe. "Resin! Resin!" she called as loud as her oxygen deprived lungs could manage as soon as she got close to their den. It was closer to the border she had crossed than the pack's common area was so that's where she went first and she could only pray that her lover was there.

It wasn't till she stumbled to a stop outside their den that she finally turned around and her eyes landed on the black and gray young woman she had told to follow her. A brief moment of relief hit her once she saw that she had successfully gotten away from Osmond as well. She sucked air into her lungs and tried to steady herself since she was sure her brother wouldn't be far behind. Even though the bites he had landed on her hand't been that bad, they had been bleeding steadily since she had been in a wild sprint from the Redbud Nook and there hadn't been a moment to let them stop their bleeding. The combination made her lightheaded and she wanted to lay down, but she couldn't. A heartbeat after the woman reached her, Tamsyn spotted Osmond running toward them. "Get behind me! she gasped, putting herself between Osmond and his mate in a split second decision in an attempt to protect her.

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