The Wechselbalg hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand as he swore, as if to punctuate the words. He was driving far too fast for a suburban neighborhood, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t worried about Nick… No, he was Nick! He wasn’t worried about the Other giving pursuit. He would remain behind, at least long enough to make sure his partner was okay, which would give the Wechselbalg more than enough time to flee. He’d broken off the battle not because he’d been disarmed, but to give his injuries a chance to heal. His kind healed far faster than humans and even most Wesen, but it still took time. It was the fact that he was fleeing which upset him so. That, along with the Other still being alive. The Wechselbalg had tried to kill him twice now, and both times he’d failed. It was beyond maddening! He hurt from the injuries he’d sustained while fighting the Other, and while the wound to his shoulder was the worst, he was more upset by his nose. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and he wondered if it was broken.
