Chapter 7— Blind Wolves.Tristan

“I've got you!” I barked, catching Mark before he hit the ground completely. His chest heaved, blood pumping out through the deep gash at the side of his torso.

His eyes fluttered close, his weight sagged against me. “Stay with me, Mark!” I yelled, shaking him slightly to keep him conscious.

“R–rogues,” he choked, managing to open his eyes. I shook my head. “Save your strength.”

“The border—north…” A cough tore through him. ...