TETHERED
I tore off my ruined shirt and used it to bandage my arm as best I could.
With my arm bandaged as best as I could manage, I made my way back to the pack house.
As I emerged from the trees, Zac approached me, his hands in his shorts pockets. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on the blood-stained makeshift bandage.
"That must be a deep wound for your wolf to heal it," he remarked, his tone almost mocking. "I hope it won't affect the ceremony. This day means a hell of a lot to my sister." With that, he walked away, whistling a tuneless melody.