Instead of a loud gasp or a concerned look, Darius only stared at Nicholai. Since they were only facing the werewolf elder from the Frost Territory, the pack mother didn't feel embarrassed to act like the husband that he was. He suddenly nudged at Nicholai's side, even strong enough to make Nicholai step away to keep his balance.
"You rascal, you called me here for that? Where's my 'are you okay, dear' or 'I'm happy you're fine?' You didn't even wake me up or carry me somewhere else! I was sleeping right in the middle of the field! With all this blood, someone could have picked me up and thought I'm dead!" Darius growled and kept on driving his head against his mate's body. "So, what if it's the Ashen Queen? Dammit, Nick!"
