Wilder tried to focus on the trees above him, the way the moonlight reflected on them. Not on the fact that he was leaning back to stop his blood from dropping down and was supported by the 2 soldiers that held his arms. They walked in unison, Wilder’s legs just dragged under him. It was actually nice to be carried by someone and not forced to walk on his own.
Though it did leave him a lot of energy to think and it wasn’t the best feeling. Here he was, being hauled by 2 enemy soldiers, their Alpha walking few feet away, he had a wound of silver that refused to heal. Only if he had a drop of pure-blooded bullshit, he could have healed the wound, just like Robin would have. Oh, Robin. Wilder saw her fight the soldiers with her quick punches and swift kicks, though after a bunch of th
