Fangs.
Claws.
Blood.
Ice.
Peter woke with a start. Peter sat up quickly. Too quickly for his body. Fire ripped through his body at his movements. Peter balled his hands into fists and eased himself back into bed. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He lay still for a few moments, breathing heavily.
"Peter?"
Peter opened his eyes. He found himself looking up at his younger brother. "Ed?"
Edmund's face relaxed and he sighed. "Gods, you had us scared there, Pete."
Peter was completely confused. Edmund was in Cair Paravel, not out with the campaign. Unless…"Where am I?"
"Home. Well, Cair Paravel. You've been here for nearly five days." Edmund explained.
"How?" Peter asked.
"Oreius." came another voice.
Ed looked up from Peter. Peter carefully turned his head toward the door. Susan was standing with Lucy, both looking relieved.
Susan continued. "He brought you back ahead of the campaign. Beaten, froze, and half-dead."
"What happened, Peter?" Lucy asked.
Peter closed his eyes, thinking back. Flashes of memories flooded back to him. The camp, the stream the werewolf. Peter inhaled slowly. "I was attacked at one of our camps."
Lucy gasped.
"It was my own fault, really. I left the safety of the camp without guards or even alerting someone I was leaving the camp for a few minutes." Peter explained.
"Unbelievable." Ed muttered.
Peter winced and forced himself to sit upright. "Enough Ed."
"Is that really wise Peter?" Susan asked.
Peter leaned forward, finally up. "Just because I was attack, Susan, do not mean I don't get restless." Peter looked himself over. There were no bandages covering his injuries, which would only suggest that Oreius had brought Peter back in time for Lucy to heal him. However, the assault had left scars over Peter's body. Fierce scars. Peter ran his right hand over his left arm. The scars were fresh, brightly vivid on his skin.
Peter then reached for the last mark the werewolf had made on him. He touched his face and searched for the scars. One ran from the left corner of his mouth down the side fo his chin. Another was to the left of his nose traveling down his cheek. The third mark was right above his eye and moved down. Peter sighed, he had never escaped any battle uninjured, but these had been the worst injuries Peter had sustained.
"All things considered, Pete, it's not as bad as it could have been." Ed said.
Peter nodded. "I know. And after what I went through, if these scars are all I have to show for it, I gladly accept them."
Ed smirked.
"Peter," Peter turned his head toward Susan. "Oreius said that he found in the forest, but you and the wolf fell into the stream. What happened?"
Peter paused ofr a moment. "I…I heard Aslan."
"What?" Lucy asked.
Peter nodded. "I…I followed Aslan form the stream. But I…I couldn't follow him and I…I collapsed."
"Oreius never mentioned Aslan, Peter." Susan said.
Peter looked up smiling. "But I know he was there."
fini! okay, bad ending, but I had a brain laspe. i didn't know how to end this.
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