Deucalion slowly blinked awake and sat up, frowning as he looked around. Furniture was broken, fluff from cushions was scattered around, and a heavy scent of fear filled the apartment. Standing up, he slowly made his way through the apartment and spotted Peter sprawled on the bedroom floor, the remnants of claw marks across his chest and arms.
Deucalion frowned and kneeled down, gripping the younger mans shoulder. "Wake up, Peter. What happened here?"
Peter jerked awake and sat up, letting a breath when he saw Deucalion. Peter leaned back against the closet door and sighed. "I don't know. It was the full moon, but I blacked out. I remember... screaming and we must've fought."
Deucalion deeply inhaled and closed his eyes. Fear was scattered throughout the apartment, but was strongest around the closet door. Anger lingered, along with an underlying scent of lust.
Peter slowly pushed himself to sit up and Deucalion grabbed his arm, helping him move aside. Deucalion opened the door and stepped forward, softly growling when a barrier appeared. A thick layer of mountain ash formed a barrier, preventing him from entering the closet.
However, a wave of fear washed over him. The faint smell of blood was stronger here, he noted. His eyes widened slightly, spotting a small figure curled up tightly in the corner, her head resting against the wall. Another circle of mountain ash protected her further.
Peter peeked around and poked at the barrier, pressing his claw against it. "Alice! Alice, wake up! Are you okay?!"
Deucalion took a deep breath as she shifted and she slowly looked up, jolting further back when she saw them in the doorway. Peter stopped poking as he heard her heartbeat spike and Deucalion frowned, curling his fingers tightly.
Deucalion cleared his throat and kneeled down. "Alice, darling, come out of here. I promise it's safe. I smell blood, are you hurt?"
She slowly peeked up through her fingers and he smiled gently, Peter kneeling down beside him. She sniffled softly and looked over them before slowly standing up, gripping her left arm. Blood stained the oversized sweater she wore and dried blood lingered on her hands.
Peter took a deep breath as she slowly shuffled out and slowly stood up, pausing when she stopped just before the barrier. She rubbed her eye and sniffled, looking over them. "Are," she took a shaky breath, "are you two okay?"
Deucalion nodded and held out his hand. "I promise, we're okay. Come out of there, darling. Let me look at your arm. Is it still bleeding?"
She sniffled and stepped out of the closet, leaning into Deucalion when he wrapped his arms around her. He buried his nose in her hair and she loosely gripped his arms, peeking up at Peter. Peter gently combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her temple.
Deucalion gently scooped her up and tucked her close, carrying her to the bathroom. She tucked her nose in his neck and inhaled, gripping his shoulders. Peter followed and sat on the edge of the tub as Deucalion set her on the counter.
He kissed her forehead and guided her hands to let go, grabbing the first aid kit out from under the sink. She smiled slightly and Peter took an offered roll of gauze before Deucalion extended a claw, slicing the sleeve above the bloodstains.
She glanced down at the sleeve and he gently held her arm, looking over the claw marks. She shifted and glanced over at Peter, softly mumbling, "Peter protected me the best he could. You were... angry and hurt me."
Deucalion took a deep breath and closed his eyes, grabbing the bottle of rubbing alcohol. "I deeply apologize. I have not lost control like that in years, since I was a pup."
She nodded and rubbed the tears off her cheeks with the remaining sleeve. Peter softly sighed as he wrapped his wounds and stood up, gently cupping her cheeks. He kissed her forehead and mumbled, "Get cleaned up, I'll check the damage."
She squeezed his wrist and nodded, glancing down as Deucalion soaked a cotton ball. Peter walked out and shut the bathroom door, giving them the sense of privacy. Deucalion gripped her arm gently and mumbled, "I'm sorry, darling, but this will hurt. You can hit me or bite me if you need to."
She nodded and gripped his upper arm, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as he pressed close. He smiled tightly and gripped her arm, dabbing the marks with the cotton ball. She whimpered softly and tightened her grip, pressing her nails into his arm. He kissed her temple and concentrated on taking the pain through her hands on his arm.
She sniffled and held onto him, leaning into him. He wrapped her arm and gently tugged on her shirt. She shifted and lifted her arms, letting him pull off the shirt. He looked over her methodically and relaxed, gently rubbing her arms.
She smiled slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. "Thanks. I'm okay."
He pressed his lips to her forehead and took a deep breath. He softly mumbled, "I'm so sorry."
She held onto his shoulders and closed her eyes. "I know. It's okay."
He rubbed her back and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. She leaned into him and nuzzled his shoulder, gently rubbing his arm. He took a deep breath and relaxed as her scent changed to a much calmer, sweeter scent.
He smiled slightly as she continued to rub his arm and held her close. She may not be a wolf, but she still tried to comfort him; her alpha. He truly got lucky meeting her.
