âFront row? Sounds like the best spot to be.â Mariana happily agreed to seats, joining at his side in a comfortable position, her head leaning against his shoulder during the first part of the speech. She clapped at the honor, pecking a short kiss on Milesâ cheek to give him her ow personal thanks and was happy to be by his side again, something she was fully aware of again in how lucky she was. She loved him, and as she glanced over to him, soft smile pulling at her lips it became apparent the way that she looked over him. Because of the close proximity, the blast pulled Mariana in far off direction, leaving her flat on her back, pushed up against the table on itâs side, wood shards and cuts stung her skin, but upon realization, she opened her eyes feebly, looking through the wreckage and dust clouding around her as pain flooded her. âMiles!â She called out as she began to crawl forward to see him lying one the ground. âMiles! Oh my god!â Her hands were shaky as she glanced to his legs, debris covering them up as she shook her head. âNoâŚIâŚYouâve gotâŚa piece of wood stuck in your leg.â This was no vet emergency she was used to, and as she looked back to Miles, her own pained expression reflected back.
He wished he could go back to the loving moment they had before, not whatever was happening now as he could barely move. Her voice cut through the chaos, head turning towards the sound to see if she were alright. Nothing visibly stood out to him, though that didnât mean something internally couldnât be happening. âMariana, are you hurt?â His own problems could be set to the side for a moment, her only confirming what he already assumed. The werewolf genes would help him heal, the wood posing a problem unless it was taken out. He reached down again, attempting to find and remove it himself, only to fail with more pain and a groan. âYouâre going to have to pull it out,â he mumbled, starting to feel tired.Â