Desmond called Cael as soon as the stranger on the phone hung up on him, already on his way out. He picked up the witch on his way to the address, rushing there despite his plans. He didn’t think too much on it, his response was almost mechanical --- her sister was in danger and though he couldn’t do much, not like Cael could, she’d reached out to him. He cared not to disappoint her when she was that vulnerable. Family was something Desmond wasn’t willing to gamble with.
He stepped into the odd looking house, searching for Laila. He expected her to be loud, as per usual, but silence filled the place. Desmond threw a quick looked around the empty rooms before calling. “Laila?” The answer came from upstairs and they quickly climbed the steps, reaching the room where the two girls were. The scene was terrible and for a moment Desmond let it settle in that the two girls he’d met at the bonfire were the wolf girl’s sisters. Cael reached her, ever the eager savior, and he kneeled down by his side. “How can I help?” He asked, addressing the witch as he watched over the petite blonde’s unconscious figure.
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