He never felt more stupid. At least if he had his phone, he could send a message to his father and the adult would hurry to wherever he was to help. Even though he wanted to curse himself with all the names he knew, it wasn't the time for it. Cookie was getting weaker and every second now counted.

Keeping the pressure on the wound, he blinked to get rid of the tears. He wanted to scream for help, but he was sure that he would only be able to make some distressing noises. Well, it's not like he needed a lot of words to explain the situation if he encountered a person, anyone would be able to link the dots in less than 10 seconds.

He looked in the direction of the houses and he still couldn't find anyone, and no cars were passing on the street either. He moved his eyes back to his friend, wanting to comfort her, but he kept his hand steady.

His mind was working way too fast, but he couldn't decide which was the best approach to take. Would it be better to take Cookie in his arms and try to search for someone? But she probably would bleed faster. But if he waited and no one showed up, she wouldn't stand a chance either. Yeah, searching for someone would be better.

Taking a deep breath and preparing to lift his dog, he didn't even take notice of someone leaving the woods and stopping in front of him. 

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He would definitely kill that motherfucker. If he were in his wolf form, that bitch wouldn't stand a chance. He was too close to the residential area and, even though a lot of wolves lived there, he couldn't take the chance of a human seeing him.

He kept running, following the scent trail the other wolf left behind. Why did all the problems just have to happen when he was around? He was supposed to be enjoying his free day right now, for the Goddess's sake! Enraged, he kept running, getting closer to the wood's border.

That was when he smelled blood and a lot of distress. He could hear someone crying, the whimpering weighing in his heart. If he hadn't lost the rogue, that person wouldn't be bawling their eyes. Taking his phone from his pocket, he called for Ethan, the other picking up on the second ring.

"I need you to bring the car to the Farley path. RIGHT NOW!" and he hung up the phone.

Now he could see a crying boy. He was a trembling mess and seemed so small and lost. He kept looking in the direction of the houses, probably searching for someone. Then he moved his eyes to the ground and saw the dog. And the blood. Man, that was a ton shit of blood.

"Oh no! Fuck, fuck, fuck..." while cursing, he ran even faster to the boy, finally reaching the border between the trees and the path, leaving the woods. The boy seemed so concentrated that he didn't notice him at all, and now he was standing in front of the small boy.

"Are you okay?" - physically he seemed fine, he couldn't smell any other blood on him, the dog did a great job protecting its owner. Now emotionally... If he focused, he probably would be able to feel the distress the boy was emanating from miles away.

They finally locked eyes and the boy looked a bit surprised. His blue eyes grew bigger, and if they weren't in a so out of the place situation, he would let himself think that the small one had beautiful eyes.

"I can help! What's your name?" the boy just kept staring at him, but now his distress was decreasing considerably. He looked back at his dog and his hands covered in blood but never leaving the wound. He lifted his head and they locked eyes again. The boy's eyes were pleading and his mouth was closed in a thin line.

Hearing the well-known sound of his car's engine, he broke the visual contact and lifted his gaze to the street. It was about damn time. Finally, Ethan was there, driving so fast like he was about to win a car's race.

He pointed his hand in the car's direction but kept looking out the corner of his eye at the boy to see his reaction. The other followed the way his hand was aiming and looked at the street, searching for what he pointed out.

Something clicked in the boy when he saw the car moving in their direction. His eyes, still full of tears, now looked relieved and the distress dissipated in an instant. He gave a faint smile like he was thanking him for the help.

The action took the other by surprise, but he kept a stoic face. Maybe the corner of his mouth worked a little against his will and drew a hint of a smile, almost imperceptible.

The car stopped by their side and he opened the door while the boy stood with his dog. He helped him to get to the back seat, giving him a final look before taking the passenger side and giving Ethan instructions of where to go.

Fuck it, he would admit. The boy was pretty.