Kaelen's breath came in ragged gasps as he was clutching the wound in his side. Blood trickled between his fingers, and his vision was occasionally blurring from the pain that it caused. Despite the agony, he knew that there was no time to falter. Two of the creatures are still circling him like a wolves with their eyes narrowed with malevolent hunger. Every instinct screamed at him to retreat, but there was nowhere to go—the front deck was his battleground. He had to hold the line, no matter the cost.