Meanwhile, Alistair and Noel were just out walking, taking a hike, it was a good time for both of them to just get a break and get some fresh air after the events of the full moon.
"How's it going, really man?" Alistair asked his friend as they walked through the woods, finally glad to see some sunlight, the bunker had none.
Noel sighed. "About what?"
Alistair shrugged. "Anything, it's been awhile since we actually got caught up, been busy."
"Going good I suppose. I still miss my family, but then again, don't we all?"
"And that really sucks." Alistair shook his head. "It isn't fair that this happened to our families, what my father did, wasn't our fault." He practically glared at the ground.
"Still, he didn't kill our village, that one's on Mikael."
Alistair was going to say something, but he caught something at the corner of his eye. "Hey, what's that." Upon closer speculation, he saw it was a person. "Rather, who is it?"
The two werewolves exchanged glances and went to investigate. They walked closer and they could see a man that had dark brown, almost black colored hair, though his was long and wild, and he was covered in injuries, some wounds fresh and some had caked blood.
Noel's eyes widened. "Impossible." He muttered.
Alistair looked over at him and then down at the man in front of him. "Wha—oh my god."
"The man opened his dark green eyes, noticing the two. He instantly recognized them. "Noel." He murmured weakly.
"Cian."
Noel stared at his brother for a few seconds before snapping out of it. He hit Alistair's chest. "C'mon, we have to get him back to the house." He said.
Alistair nodded and the two quickly got to work, they each grabbed either side of Cian and hosted him up. "Sorry." Noel murmured at the sound of his older brother's light groan. Noel was dying to ask his brother how the hell he was alive, but he knew that Cian couldn't answer much in the state that hew as in, but just knew that he needed to get him back to get those wounds tended too. He didn't look good, at all, he was gravely injured and the clothes that he had were worn and torn.
"So, how do we tell Blodwen?" Alistair asked.
"Blodwen?" Cian asked, he was at the point of unconsciousness, but he still caught his wife's name.
"Yes, she's alive." Noel told him and then flickered his bright green eyes to Alistair. "I don't know, she's your sister, you tell her."
Alistair sighed. "Oh, alright." They got the lost wolf back to the house and to the infirmary and got him laid on a bed.
Alistair went to get his sister while Noel looked around the little room, unsure of what to do in here. Only Aline and Blodwen knew how to tend to injuries. And he would rather leave it to them, sure, he had lived over a thousand years, but all this still made him feel queasy, and he didn't know how they did it, but hey, someone had to do it.
Alistair went to knock on his sister's door. "Blodwen." He called.
She opened her door just moments later. "Yes, Alistair?"
"Come with me." He sighed at the look she gave him. "Trust me, it's easier to show you than tell you."
"Alright." She sighed, giving in. She followed him after closing her door behind her. He led her to the infirmary and stopped at the door.