"When did you get here?" His hollow eyes stared at Theron, slowly moving to Seren whose hands were clasped over her mouth.
He followed her line of sight and saw the bodies on the floor.
"What happened here, Aeron?" Theron got up and walked to him. "Did they try to attack you?"
Aeron's brows pressed tightly together as a throbbing headache pressed tightly against his skull. "I— I can't think," he dropped his hands and stared at Theron. "...maybe I wasn't thinking straight and got out of control."
Theron glanced at his brother and noticed the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.
Something was wrong with him. Aeron would have been better by now if it were normal symptoms. This was not the usual fever or exhaustion from the earlier counterattack. His breathing was uneven. His pupils looked unfocused.
Theron rose to his feet. "I will call the pack's doctor."
