They needed to keep moving. She made a split second decision and slid the vest portion of her jacket back on, doing the best she could with the sleeves to just tie around a couple of his other injuries. He growled each time she tightened the garments but she was too focused to care. It was to help him, them.
"Ok. That should at least help." She murmurs when she's secured the last knot. She lifts her gaze back to his face, dark eyes that felt so familiar yet completely estranged, staring a hole through her.
Another howl, much closer this time, suggests there's no time to dwell on emotions or even fear. Addison sucks in a pained breath, bracing herself for the effort she'd be putting forth very soon.
"Come on. We gotta go." She said in a whisper, offering her hand to help him up off the ground. He glances at her hand then back to her face. She opens her mouth to say something, when suddenly he grabs and roughly pulls her down to land where he was just sitting, roars and snarls filling the night air around her. It takes everything in her to ignore the pain flaring once again through her frame to look back.
Zed was doing his best to fight off three werewolves, able to pin one only to have another leap onto his back. He roars in pain as fangs sink into his shoulder, grabbing them by the neck and flipping them to his front but he was outnumbered. Addison feels tears threatening to fill her eyes but she refuses.
With clenched teeth, she gets to her feet. She has to help Zed! She spots a large fallen branch and runs to grab it. Not hesitating to rush into the fray, she's able to get a few good whacks in and give Zed the upper hand while she's distracting them.
She sees him return the favor to the wolf who gave him his fresh bite wound in the shoulder before tossing them forcefully aside into a tree, yelps echoing through the forest as another is thrown. The last is pinned under him, whimpering and whining as he claws to get free of Zed's deadly grasp around his throat.
"Zed!" She cries, his head snaps up towards her. "Don't be like them." She whispers. He's panting from his aggressive assault, breath coming out in puffs of fog as he stares at her, then swiftly back at his prey beneath his palm. The werewolf is clearly terrified of the zombie, his friends injured and watching timidly from a distance.
Zed snorts, leaning down and roars deafeningly mere inches from the wolf's face then immediately releasing his hold. The wolf scrambled away to reunite with his pack mates and they run away together, cries and whimpers of fear following behind them.