“Sébastien!”
“Levi!”
The hollers went out simultaneously. But the men in the pit below were unresponsive to the cries above as their trauma engrossed them.
Sébastien’s eyes shifted left, seeking out his mate, as he gasped, “Lev? Are you with me? Levi?” the small cavern echoed his plea.
Leering at the aged, metal skewer that spiked five-feet upwards from his right shoulder, Sébastien growled at the object that pinned him helplessly to the ground. Sliding over the crude earth, his hand trailed out to the left, reaching until he felt Levi’s arm, shaking him. He did this for a moment until the jarring motion ripped at his opposite shoulder, causing him to grit his teeth and take a few breaths before even trying to move again.
Sébastien tilted his head back up, loo
