#Chapter 94Flames

Ethan's scout and I stumbled back just as the manor erupted into fire and chaos. There were wolves and Rogues everywhere. I didn't know who was who. I had no idea if the burned man on the ground at my paws was one of ours or one of Rory's. I didn't care. I pawed at the form, and my wolf found the strength somewhere to heal him enough to stabilize him. I couldn't do more than that. There were too many hurt, and only me to heal them. I would later realize that the scout was using her darts and other tricks to knock out anyone who approached me while I worked. At the time I barely knew she was there. I didn't even know her name and she probably saved my life a dozen times that night. I worked on wolves who fell unconscious at my feet. They were bloodied from battle and singed by fire. I watched one man stumble, still burning, out of the manor only to fall into the creek. The scout fished him out and dragged him to me. I forced the water from his lungs and then healed the ribs