Nea had tears freely falling down her cheeks when she finally came upon her oldest brother. This wasn’t the first time anyone had gone after Lorne, but it was the first time he’d come so close losing, losing the pack, losing the family, losing his fucking life. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid do you know that?” Taking a deep breath she tucked hair behind her ear before running a hand through Lorne’s hair, both to comfort but also to asses the damage of the gash across his hairline. It wasn’t as bad as the bruises littering his torso and the marks around his neck. She felt the anger coursing through her system, she felt the side she’d keep hidden for so long bubble to the surface before she did her best to shove it down. Being half wolf was never easy but right now, angry and protective, it really wasn’t. “I… I can fix this, Lo.. Promise just keep still.” She had to let the calm wash over her body, she needed to focus on the more dominant parts of her, the centered and calm parts. The magic parts, the ones she knew she could use to help. She began mumbling spells quietly to get to work on fixing her brother, praying to whatever fucking god was up there she wasn’t too late.