(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P4)- The Blood

Chapter 1- Healing

 Hello! Welcome to Book 1 Part 4 - The Blood

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Chapter 1

When the Guardians and their parents returned home....there was little conversation....or anyone in the vicinity of the Mansion. Everyone except for his brother, his mother, and his Cousins had disappeared an hour ago into the forests behind Ezekiel's father to chase off the lions.

After the vicious beating he had undertaken Ezekiel forced himself to keep pace with his family as they tried to transport him and an unconscious Brandon back to the mansion. Brandon who had fallen into a deep slumber following the resolution of the attack, was pale and unmoving. His gashed face glaring as blood ran lazily down his face and neck.

The going was slow and painful for Ezekiel who felt a searing agony in his back every time he shifted his feet. Without comment Walter marched beside him, he had a long, powerful arm wrapped under Ezekiels shoulders in a half hug as he helped Ezekiel shuffle across the shifting fields.

With a chipper cry that Ezekiel could only envy his young cousin bounced on her heels, turned and said. "Oh the mansion! Oh Wonderful!" Then Erin stepped over towards her Mate and Brandon.

"Drin can you hold still for one second please?" She said.

Without a word as if he already knew what she wanted, Drin stopped walking and straightened up, giving Erin a clear shot at Brandon's face, resting in the crook of Drin's shoulder.

With gentle eyes and a soft voice Erin overlooked the damage that had been done. "Oh man the sooner we get Brandon inside the better. That is going to need a lot of stitches..." Erin's eyes clouded with anger, but also with unbearable pain as she gazed at the wound. Finally, she pulled back and casting her hazel eyes over to Ezekiel's mother Erin said to the Healer. "I don't mind putting them in for you Glen."

"Sure baby girl. But a wound so grievous....his face will never be the same..."

Glen responded, stepping up beside her nice, and smoothing a small, soft hand down Brandon's undamaged cheek. No one else spoke.

But a small thorn of irritation kissed Ezekiel's frayed nerves as he watched his mother and his cousin pet and caress Brandon's unconscious face. Mostly the emotion arose from the fact that he wasn't the one touching him, but more then anything else Ezekiel didn't want Brandon to awake, to be in agony....to see the tattered shreds of his face, before his body had the time to wipe away the physical damage if not the psychological and heal.

"Come one Let him sleep and don't worry about the stitches Erin..." Ezekiel intoned stepping towards his mother, and gently pushing her hand down. Nothing of what he was saying as he did so he softly growled at his Cousin next. "There's no need. Brandon will get better on his own."

"Don't stitch him up? He'll get better on his own? Ezekiel I can see his tendons in his lower jaw!" Erin exclaimed looking at Glen her hazel eyes wide, then she glanced at his brothers....who were all watching Ezekiel.

Surprising the odd urge he had to growl at all of them as they looked at him like he had grown antlers Ezekiel took a breath. "Erin I'm telling you...he will get better. He won't even need the stiches." Ezekiel tried to stop there, hoping to get everyone to start walking again, but they didn't.