--= Lachlan's + POV =--

His footsteps died eventually but I kept on running. Preston's eyes closed and his hair still fluffy, he looked like he was only sleeping. I can't believe I just did that.

Pants huffing out of my lips as my chest heaved, I focused on the rhythm of my legs tickling the ground. Blades of grass sweeping past me, I cringed to feel hot liquid drip down my arm.

Gazing down at Preston, I finally saw the huge gash which started at the tip of his shoulder to the bottom of his rib cage going diagonally.

Lower lip trembling as Rob's expression of terror and desperation flashed through my mind when I took Preston away and ran I grimaced.

I don't have time to turn back though. Thoughts popping in and out of my mind, I tensed to feel cold air whip onto my arm, shooting goosebumps down my body.

Locking my eyes on Preston, his mouth opened slowly and he sucked in a small, whisper of a breath. If you could even count it as a breath.

Pushing my way through the entrance of the tent, his feet swaying over my arms I held him tightly, making sure not to put too much pressure onto his wings.

Seeing Vikk lying down on the table, his eyes wide open as his chest heated a million miles a minute, something wrenched inside of me when he saw Preston near deaths door in my arms.

It was all my fault he was like this after all. If that gaze of innocence can kill me, I don't know what will happen if Preston survives and tells everybody that this all happened to him because of me.

Shaking my head, I let out a large breath earning the attention of Mitch and he immediately rushed over. An expression of relief, worry and pure terror.

"Oh god.." Mitch signalling for me to place him onto the table, I set him down on the one which was next to Vikk, and he smiled as he gazed over to look at Preston, an unknown glint in his eyes.

"I think I killed him." Vikk's voice was a whisper, but it cracked as he laughed weakly and softly, tears streaking down his face he rested his head on the cold table.

"You didn't Vikk."

"Might as well have." Vikk muttered. Turning himself on his side so his back was facing me, my eyes softened as my stomach churned, uncomfortable.

 Teeth latching onto my lower lip, I gazed at Vikk's solemn expression, not sure what to say, a noise clattered behind me and I shifted my position to see Rob leaning against the entrance.

"He would've died if you kept him in there."

"........Would he though?" Jerome popping past Rob, he ushered to Preston's side and kneeled down, resting his fuzzy head on the table, he frowned.

"Biggums get better...Come on Biggums..." Ears lying on his head, flat, he continued whimpering incoherently, having a one sided conversation with Preston.

His fur was matted and muddy, as if he was running in order to get here. Mitch set his arms onto Jerome's shoulders, and placed him down in a chair at the end of the table.

"There was an execution due right after you left, we would've all seen it happen."

"...Well, now we might see it anyways."