Matteo bolts to the rescue a few minutes too late.
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Matteo was wired. He hadn't been able to sleep the night before and come morning he still felt wide awake, completely alert. Come late morning, he was comepletely restless and had to get out of the caves for some fresh air. Maybe I'll calm down if I go for a walk. Camilla was left in the den to her own devices. Matteo needed some time alone.
He went running. Not just patrolling or hunting or anything of the sort. He went sprinting through the woods at top speed in his lupus form, trying to work out his frustrations though his muscles protested at every step and leap. His feet guided him on their own, towards the beach he'd spent so much time at. He wasn't sure why, but something in his gut told him that's where he had to be. But why the beach?
His answer came in the form of a cry, one he knew all too well, one he dreaded. Gemma. His aimless sprinting turned for the nearest way down to the beach. In a leap of faith, he hoisted himself over the edge of the rockface and down the couple dozen feet into the waters below. He surfaced with a gasp and swam for shore, sore and tired from his run but still wired and ready for whatever dangers were threatening his estranged lover.
As he climbed out of the waters, dripping wet and already in mid-shift (into his secui form, no less), the sight that greeted him left him cold. Gemma was on her back, obviously in pain and begging for help from some... Ann person. Her sister, apparently, though the words didn't actually register in the albino's mind.
He was at her side in an instant, Secui form forgotten in favor of his optime form. Gemma. Gemma, cosa c'è di sbagliato? Cosa è successo? Bambina, talk to me. He spoke in rushed Italian, not even realizing he hadn't been speaking English. The rushed, frantic, worried tone spoke more than his mangled and mixed words. The autumn wind on his wet pelt was cold but he didn't notice. All he cared about was ripping the face off of whoever triggered her pain... and making sure she and the pups were okay. God, please don't do this...
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