Wolfram knew the wolf wasn't going to be the easiest to carry, but he did not expect his injured arm to roar to life, shrieking it's protest at the extra weight added to it. Drawing in a sharp breath, he held Connor firmly, pleading silently for his arm to quit aching.
Brisa noticed the pained look on Wolfram’s face and remembered his wounded arm. You can do it! She thought, silently praying for him to have strength.
