They're not used to bleeding so much anymore. All the wolves are so diligent about tending to their wounds, whenever and however they happen, licking them clean and encouraging them to clot and scar so much faster than any human doctor. Kurt knows their body has changed over the months they've been with the pack. Their body heals so much faster now. Cuts and scrapes close over in a day now, barely leaving marks on their pale skin anymore.

But Miles... Something about the wound he left just feels wrong. Like their body rejects it. They're covered in their own blood, hands and chest and swelling stomach glistening with crimson red. It scares them more than it hurts. What kind of malice does it take to hurt someone like this?

They watch through terrified tears as the pack carries Benji away, hurrying towards the cabin so Naseer can patch him up. Leaving them with their Alpha. Kurt shudders in his arms, pain and fear and betrayal all wrapped up in one.

"Wh-Why didn't you tell me about him?" they sob against him, hands curling into fists, sticky with drying blood. They have many more questions, more accusations and doubts, but they're too hurt and scared and angry to sort through them right now. "If I— I-If I knew he was out th-there, I would've... I would've been m-more careful... I d-didn't know, Alpha."