Warren lay there and coughed to the side spitting the coppery blood out. He held his right side. It had several small holes from the shotgun, and right over his lung were two larger holes. He tried to cover his side as blood poured from it sluggishly in the cold. He couldnt breathe or focus well. He vaguely heard a voice and he reached for it.<br/><br/>~Pressure....... Put pressure on it... Slow the... Bleeding....~ Then he lost all thought as he glanced around. He was numb and it seemed like his hearing and sight was dull. He had been through this before. He wouldn't die, but he knew it was bad, that he was going to be hurt for a while.<br/><br/><------Karren----><br/><br/>Karren focused on her senses. She heard and felt things normal shifters did not. She felt it when Warren was hurt. She knew he was not ok. And she growled in rage. She also knew another group was here. How many were after him? And why? She knew some parts of his past. He had told her things he had never spoken to others about. About his mother and father. How she had been a regular Lynx and he a white wolf. About his lost friends in war. She knew he had seen things she could only imagine. As had her son. But she knew something he did not. Warren was as much her son as Brandt. She had told him she considered him such. But she had never had the heart to tell him the truth. That his past was a lie. The mother and father her remembered were fakes. They had adopted him from her. She had been so young back then. She hadnt a clue how to raise a son by herself. She had done the only thing she could do. She gave him to another family that could give him a life she could not.<br/><br/>When he had first come to them. There at haven. He was so familiar to her. But she knew she had not seen him before. As time went by she felt a bond to him that she had only with one other, Brandt. She didnt know what was going on. She searched for his past. Used everything she knew of to find whee he had been, who he was. Then the war came. He had left, still as distant and broken as he had come to her pack. By the time the war ended, he and Brandt had changed. They had both shared a far off look. A shared outlook on the horror they had lived through and seen. It had made them close as brothers. It stirred her own motherly feelings. She spoke to Alex her mate.<br/><br/>He only laughed. "It seems your Luna side has chosen another son to protect. Its not uncommon for Lunas to adopt and raise children not of their own."<br/><br/>But she didnt know what to think on it. As the months went by, she spent more time with him, he even sought her out sometimes. His own feelings had confused his mind, and his past experience tormented him. He never spoke as to why he had been so lost before coming to them. And then he left. He just disappeared from her pack, from her life. It was like a hole had formed in her heart. She hired a PMC company to find and discretely track him. She would never interfere with his choice. But she couldnt let him go. She had found out soon after he left. She had been contacted by an elder from a southern pack about her inquiries into the past of young orphaned shifters, and of white shifters.<br/><br/>The elder met her and told her the tale of rouges running through the area in times just after the civil war. They had killed many families, both human and shifter. But the most notable was a family of white shifters. The parents had been killed, their son was never found. After that she knew. She just knew Warren was hers. Though she had no way or idea how to tell him of his past. How do you tell someone that he didnt know his parents at all? The truth was, his father had been a Lynx. But she had no idea how to tell him. So she never told anyone.<br/><br/>She shook off her thoughts and focused. They had to reach the cabin before these others did. She could smell the tang of blood in the air, they were very close.