Valente stopped himself from rushing to his mate, shutting his eyes and trembling in anger and pain he felt, "Fuck!" He whispered.
Ian understood why he was doing so. He wanted Suni to fight even if it pains. He wanted her to be stronger than she was, to fight for herself. It seemed the redhead knew that he wouldn't always be beside her and that sometimes she had to protect herself and people. She was the princess of this Kingdom, this pack. She had to be strong.
Suni coughed, covered in her own blood. It hurt so much that it was hard to even move her body. However, she tried standing up, ignorant of the agonizing pain in her whole body. She was angry at herself and at the brown head, Damon in front of her, glaring at her readying his another attack. She wanted him to listen and let her explain, but he wouldn't. She suffered too, as he did. She was also exhausted from life at one time. She looked at him with pleading eyes to help her whenever she was slapped or punched.
