It was dark. They were all groggy. Duke was already in pain.

He didn't notice the blood on her arm until a bit of it smeared onto his.

His instinctive hiss of pain turned into a choked whine as the rush of his trouble hit. The slashes on her weren't deep, but they were right there and there were so many of them!

He slammed his eyes shut moments after they went silver, and shoved himself down into the mattress, mindless of his own arm. Resisting the urge to snarl and tackle her off the bed to get more at that blood.