Once his fingers had stopped shaking enough, Zack could finally navigate his way through the contact list to Silent's number. He hoped to whatever god might be listening that she'd pick up, but regardless, his voice wouldn't sound any less hurried or panicked:
“Silent? It's Zack. Alex just flipped the fuck out, think Xavier had a hold of her somehow. She cut herself up bad, ambulance is coming for her now. I can't do shit for her, about shifted with all the blood! You need to get to the hospital, clinic, whatever the fuck it's called now!!!”
There's no way the call could have helped, he was to panicked to make much more sense than that. But it was all he could do to help, and he wasn't about to sit there doing nothing.
Furst Titus now Zac. Jesus. Sil was already in the truck with the capt driving like a bat out of hell threw the streets of the french quarter towards the clinic. "Zac...Calm down...Thats the most important thing...Were almost there... Alex will be fine we heal quickily" This is what she feared most...Munins were never a thing to be played with. Especially ones that know they can take control. Kangee taught her that much when the Munin was trying to control her. Tri colored hues move to the capt...She knew he listened in his silence...He may not of been wolf but he was one of them. Countless times he ran with them...With her over the years. Brushing her fingers over his a moment as they pulled in front of the hospital...Digging down into herself she would try and be less emotional. Lettin her sheillds fall and that thick swamp fog roll over those here in search of her wolves.
