Chapter 135. To Taste Fear
Jael tasted fear and it was bitter on his tongue. "Mauve!" His voice echoed in the forest as he rushed to her.
His mind feared the worst and the thought of it hastened his footsteps. He dropped to the ground beside her. He could hear her heartbeat as he got close enough. It didn’t sound alarmingly low.
He picked her from the floor and held her in his hands. Her clothes were drenched in blood. Her right arm was bleeding and it looked like the cut was all the way to her right shoulder. He could tell the cut was deep.
However, that wasn’t the only problem, he could smell the Paler, he looked around but didn’t see anything but he could tell it had not gone far and it was still lurking around.
"Mauve," he called again and she groaned in his arms. She was conscious but not enough to make an audible sentence.
He studied her wounds, it didn’t look like she had any bites. He prayed the wound was from the Paler’s claw. If she had been bitten, there was no saving her. She will bleed to death, no matter what he did.
He took off the coat and ripped off his shirt from his body. She was bleeding profusely, he had to find a way to stop it, if she kept bleeding like this he feared the worst. She wouldn’t need the Paler’s venom to bleed out.
He used the cloth to wrap her body as carefully as he could. He didn’t make it too tight but he wanted it tight enough to stop the bleeding. His shirt was soaked before he could wrap her arm.
He cursed. This was his fault. He shouldn’t have stopped, they should have kept running until he got to the castle. However, the chance of another Paler attacking never occurred to him and he and Damon could have taken down the Paler.