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

Chapter 59 - Declarations

Chapter 59

Feeling guilt for his mothers injuries Ezekiel took on the role of family Healer in place of his mother who was confined to permanent bed rest for three days by Mantilo.

Even after her arm was completely healed the next morning following the attack Mantilo expressly forbid his wife from moving around. Their Father insisted on even carrying his Mate up and down the stairs despite her protests.

Glen bowed to his requests though they seemed extream, seeing as Mantilo had been deeply and noticeably shaken by nearly losing his Mate in Hovels ambush.

Conversely Mantilo who had suffered a lot of terrible cuts and gashes and needed to rest himself refused to sit still.

Thier Father was back out of the house the next day. He began organizing search parties, and hunting parties and disposal crews. Deciding to give all of the Guardians a rest Mantilo carried out the current patrols with the help of local Clans men from the North, South, East and Western Villages.

Lots of the men were simply assigned to retrieve Ghoul carcasses, and place them into a mass burial. Mantilo decided that burning that many bodies would simply stink up the Clan Lands and waste fire wood, so the beasts were laid to rest in the earth. When all of the bodies were finally counted the rough estimate was nearly sixty Ghouls dead.

Ezekiel found it hard to believe that his family had taken on such an army alone and survived.

Luckily Ezekiel was kept busy and didn't have to ruminate on the attack too much, seeing as he had to fill in for his mother. He was the only one of the Guardians besides Erin who was trained in the use of medicine and providing trauma care to animals.

And seeing....as Brandon hadn't woken up he had to stay occupied or worry himself to death.

It also bothered him that Brandon had not stirred since both Jacob and Hovel had been routed. His throat was a giant gap of torn meat, exposed sinew and blood, from where Jacob's fangs had torn into him. It was painful to look at directly and the sight of it only drove home to Ezekiel that in so many ways.....he had failed to protect Brandon.

Ezekiel didn't want to see the evidence of his failures, but he didn't turn away either. He was deligent in cleaning and caring from the wounds fearing an infection could occur despite Brandons healing ablities.

Brandon didn't scream. He didn't move. He just slept....like the dead. Something told Ezekiel that Brandon was sleeping so deeply because his power was dangerously depleted...and his body was fighting to keep him alive and heal the damage that had been done to his trachea and windpipe.

Every second that he slept, an insistent ache touched Ezekiels heart. He wanted to speak to Brandon, he wanted to touch him. He wanted him to be okay.

The ache was more painful than anything else Ezekiel had faced from his injuries.

So Ezekiel forced himself to let him sleep and while he slept Ezekiel spent his time caring for his family to keep himself busy.

He had to change Lander, Drin, Erin's and Brandon's bandages often. When Ezekiel tried to administer first aid to Walter...

But Walter had simply given him a calm eye roll and hissed with icy seriousness. "Ezekiel if you touch me with that cotton ball, I'll bend you in half."

After tossing all of the cotton balls in the trash, Ezekiel had left his eldest brother to his own devices.

Nate....spent long days in his Wolf form. He sat in his room, unmoving, sleeping heavily and ignoring all food. Realizing that his wounds were probably extremely severe Ezekiel left the Wolf mostly alone and bestowed Nates health to the Wolf, who had healed Nate a hundred times before.