"Who was him?" Roselyn asked regathering her breath and grimacing of pain as she glanced down her legs to see a severe wound that crossed all her calf.
It was pulsing and aching so badly that Roselyn's vision blurred, she had never been in such an aching pain.
John rushed to take off his jacket and tied it tight around her wound to prevent her blood from keeping falling. He had to control all his senses to resist the smell of blood.
John was also hurt, he was barely walking and his torso had a scar that from his neck reached almost his stomach, it was so deep that he could barely stand up. He was severely wounded yet his major preoccupation was Roselyn. banshee had a human body, they were fairies so it was very dangerous if anyone in the surrounding would smell her blood.
It could attract so many creatures thirsty and blindly by her blood and John was too hurt to defend her in case of a sudden attack.
