121 Ragdolls

At the scary sound, I shriveled into myself.

Eros smacked Zanthos with another paw and ran his claws down Zanthos face until I could clearly see red streaks across the poor wolf's bloody face.

Zanthos growled back and they continued to bite at each other in a savage and lethal fight that I had the honor of seeing.

I grimaced at the rather violent scene but couldn't stop myself from watching the entire event unfold.

The other wolves tried to approach but they were batted aside with rather deadly claws that sent them several feet back.

I flinched and hoped that none of them fell on me.

After a while, I started to feel bad for everyone, including Zanthos.

Most of the wolves laid strewn on the ground while Zanthos was missing chunks of fur and skin while bleeding so badly that the color of his fur had become darker.

Yet he still fought.

Eros was also becoming more injured and his blood sprinkled around every time he moved.

But, from what I can tell, his injuries were not as bad as Zanthos because Zanthos hasn't managed to rip out any chunks of Eros' flesh yet—or his arms.

Thank goodness.

The other wolves tried to come over to my side while Zanthos was keeping Eros busy, but most were stopped in their tracks or tossed aside like a ragdoll.

It was obvious that Eros was trying to keep them away from me.

I was comforted in the knowledge that he was still trying to protect me, even though he was not in his right mind.

All I can do now is lay here and patiently wait for the outcome.

But that was starting to become harder and harder.

My vision was starting to go blurry, my head felt extremely heavy on my shoulders and my ears were ringing loudly.

I gritted my teeth and pressed my hand to my abdomen in hopes of using pain to keep myself conscious.

It temporarily helped, but I felt myself become weaker and weaker by the moment.

I am in desperate need of help, yet I am not getting it.

"Eros. Eros, please! I need help!" I called out through a dry throat as I racked my brain for ways to get his attention.

After several other attempts, I didn't bother trying to yell anything else because Eros ignored my words and continued fighting like no tomorrow.

There was no point.

I was just going to try to conserve energy and stay alive.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Zanthos failed to subdue Eros and was knocked out cold with a heavy claw across his head.

The werewolves that were still conscious dragged Zanthos back, and they all lowered their heads to Eros in a way to submit to the blood beast and to keep themselves alive.

I'm guessing that Zanthos is still alive since they were trying to help him.

I sighed in relief.

Although I didn't really like Zanthos, I didn't want him to die.

With hazy vision, I noted that there were trails of blood all over the ground, even in the area I sat because I was starting to bleed out again.

Although I tried to keep myself awake, I couldn't stop my eyelids from coming together.

They felt heavy like lead had been attached to them.

And before I fell unconscious, I could only pray to God that I will wake up tomorrow.

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My head hurt badly, among the other things that were causing me tremendous pain.

I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they had been glued together.

My arms and legs didn't want to respond, and just breathing was enough to remind me of the past transgressions.

When I swallowed, my dry throat burned along with my left cheek.

That one action was enough to cause tears to roll down the sides of my face in rapid succession.

Then, my cheek burned even worse because the salt from my tears touched the open wound.

I gritted my jaw and tensed my entire body from the mind-wrenching sensations that tortured all my senses.

For a minute, I thought I was dead until I realized that if I was dead, I wouldn't feel pain.

At least, that was what I thought.