Gideons POV
I shifted back to human in a quick, fluid motion as Eric jogged up, tossing a pair of dark tactical pants into my hands.
"Thanks," I muttered, pulling them on over my hips and fastening the belt.
Beside me, Sera stood wrapped in another mans oversized hoodie, her wide, brilliant eyes scanning the aftermath along the shoreline before fixing on the bloody grass where Levi lay. Her hand reached out, lightly catching my arm. "Gideon... is Levi going to be okay?"
I glanced over my shoulder toward the bank. Levi was sitting up against a smooth gray boulder, pressure applied to his shoulder as Dr. Ian already knelt beside him, checking his vital signs and administering field salve. Levi was battered, but his breathing was steady and his color was already returning.
I looked back
