With a jolt of fresh alarm he hears words voiced in a scream — Kate — and the wolf's jaws are locked into him and he can't tell where its teeth end and his flesh begins. Maybe it bites down harder, maybe it's letting go, he doesn't know. His mind is swirling, reeling, he's in so much pain it's almost numbing.
There's a slam of sound, as calamitous as a disaster, a storm, a tidal wave. All of a sudden, Wynonna Earp stands there in the doorway of the church, and it shouldn't be possible that she's there, but something in Edward so immediately accepts the sight through the whirlwind of dizzy pained haze skewing his senses: of course Wynonna is here. Wynonna's always there, somehow, when he needs her to be, and his heart swells with a surge of affection and relief through his own horror.
It's split-seconds before the shot sounds, piercing everything, so loud it seems to rattle the very foundation they're in, or maybe that's in his mind, maybe it's his mind that's shaking and crumbling in at the corners. He gasps loudly, frightened, overwhelmed, but he also realises that at some point the wolf has let go of him. The deep pain makes it difficult to think, or move, but somehow he manages to get his arm up, blocking his throat in case the beast comes back for him. Around his arm, his wide, wild eyes find Wynonna and stay there and then he's looking around for Kate as much as he can, though he can't move much.
There's an attempt to shove himself away from the wolf, an agonised cry as he forces his body upwards a little, the smell of his own blood so nauseating that his eyes squeeze shut. He can feel it, slick beneath him as he pants for breath, blood smearing across the floorboards (sorry Dorian that both of my characters have left blood on the church floors, it's weird that it's happened twice)
He forces his eyes back open, realises the wolf (Tim, this is Tim) has moved towards Kate just enough that it sends a spark of alarm through Edward again. But he knows Wynonna will help her, doesn't doubt it for any instant, so he just nods to the woman — quick and wide-eyed, some wordless affirmation.
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There's a slam of sound, as calamitous as a disaster, a storm, a tidal wave. All of a sudden, Wynonna Earp stands there in the doorway of the church, and it shouldn't be possible that she's there, but something in Edward so immediately accepts the sight through the whirlwind of dizzy pained haze skewing his senses: of course Wynonna is here. Wynonna's always there, somehow, when he needs her to be, and his heart swells with a surge of affection and relief through his own horror.
It's split-seconds before the shot sounds, piercing everything, so loud it seems to rattle the very foundation they're in, or maybe that's in his mind, maybe it's his mind that's shaking and crumbling in at the corners. He gasps loudly, frightened, overwhelmed, but he also realises that at some point the wolf has let go of him. The deep pain makes it difficult to think, or move, but somehow he manages to get his arm up, blocking his throat in case the beast comes back for him. Around his arm, his wide, wild eyes find Wynonna and stay there and then he's looking around for Kate as much as he can, though he can't move much.
There's an attempt to shove himself away from the wolf, an agonised cry as he forces his body upwards a little, the smell of his own blood so nauseating that his eyes squeeze shut. He can feel it, slick beneath him as he pants for breath, blood smearing across the floorboards (sorry Dorian that both of my characters have left blood on the church floors, it's weird that it's happened twice)
He forces his eyes back open, realises the wolf (Tim, this is Tim) has moved towards Kate just enough that it sends a spark of alarm through Edward again. But he knows Wynonna will help her, doesn't doubt it for any instant, so he just nods to the woman — quick and wide-eyed, some wordless affirmation.
Wynonna's here. Everything will be okay now.