Third Person's POV
Lance let Tommy drive the modified jeep and stayed by Marsh's side.
Even as Marsh slipped into unconsciousness, his neck glands pale from blood loss, Lance gently cradled his hand with his warm palm. His white musk pheromones seeped into Marsh's cold skin like warm water.
In a soothing tone, he described the rejuvenating Southern Border plains and the amusing antics of his pups learning to hunt. The calming elements in his voice, like moon grass sap, softened the tension.
When he mentioned Marsh's mate was on her way, a faint tenderness laced his white musk. "She'll be here soon. You'll embrace under the full moon."
At these words, Marsh's chaotic pheromones steadied, his labored breathing syncing with Lance's voice.
Occasionally, he'd struggle to open his eyes, th
