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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ Lochlan stood holding the knife in his hand, knowing what he had to do and dreading it. The flesh around the claw marks had festered, turning a sickly black. It smelled like dying flesh. He had to remove it. All of it. That meant skinning eighty percent of her back. That percent rose with every minute he stood there, unable to get it done. Penny was still unconscious and would remain so until he woke her. To be sure she would feel none of it, he sent her into a deeper sleep. A kind of coma.
Taking his time and being thorough, he removed every inch of infected flesh, sometimes having to take out chunks of muscles that had gone bad. There was blood everywhere, as the procedure was a messy one. A tedious one that took hours. In between, he had to wake her partially, feeding her his blood while holding back the pain from registering to her. It took a toll on him as well.
The healing would be painful. Penny would feel every muscle regenerating, he
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~Lochlan heard Penny screaming. When she’d been taken from the porch, he attempted to go after her but was pulled back into the fight with the werewolf he now faced. Older, stronger, bigger, Lochlan couldn't shake him to get to her aide. He had made it out of the clearing into the woods, but he was right back where they had started. Because of the lack of urgency of the werewolf he fought, he knew the other man was working with him. One kept him busy, while the other snatched Penny and got away. With Black injured, he knew he couldn't send his wolf after them. In this storm, there wouldn't be a trail to follow. Distracted by his concern for her, he was too slow to block a blow that landed solidly in the center of his chest. It knocked the wind right out of him and sent him flying backward. He landed hard. Rain beating down on his face, he listened but heard nothing but the storm and his breathing. Panic tried to rise in his chest, but he stamped it down. She was fine.
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