DARIUS
We managed to get Daniel settled back in the Pack House on that medical wing within minutes of bringing him home.
I stood watch while Morrison worked on him, still coming to terms with what had just occurred. We plucked him out from the mob, saved his life, and the footage of the partially-shifted wolves would be held against us. I'd known it when we were running.
"How bad is it?" I asked Morrison.
"A fractured cheekbone, severe concussion and a broken three ribs, extensive bruising. He's going to be alright, but it'll be days even with werewolf regen." Morrison hesitated in his writing, and looked up to me. "Darius, I've been a pack doc for thirty years. I’ve handled challenge wounds, territorial dispute injuries, silver bullet damage even.’ But this is the first time that I’ve
