Snippet #2475636

Tristan cried out slightly as Mackenzie open up his wound, he growled deeply and gripped onto the countertop. His fingernails enlarged into claws and tore at the wooden cabinets beneath him. It was taking all of his strength to not turn into the wolf and rip Meridith apart, he breathed quickly as she pulled out the bullet.

He relaxed as soon as he felt the pain in his arm subsiding, resting his head on the countertop Tristan sighed as sweat glistened on his face and body. He had never been healed by magic before it was always a case of steal what you could and hope nothing to bad happens. It was certainly a strange experience, and he was feeling tired.

He looked at the bullet and smiled " thank you, you can keep it...it might bring you luck" he mumbled stifling a yawn. He sat up and his head spun, groaning lightly he stood up stumbling over to a nearby seat. Resting his head on the wall he breathed slowly his eyes becoming heavy.