Somewhere faintly in the depths of his stupor, he felt the roar of the alpha who carried him, and it settled deep in the marrow of him. He could not pull himself out of the paralysis of the bite, but it was all right. He was safe in Al's arms. He could, and did, trust him with his life.
In a blind sprint, Peter watched the exchange with his heart in his throat - but Al pulled through, and dehorsed the traitorous prince even as he carried Edmund to safety. Good. Aslan be with them, and then the heat of battle took over and he was cutting Rythern down, exacting the price he'd earned for his betrayal.
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It was much later, nearing the Narnian encampment of tents, that Edmund roused at last, blinking, and then gasping as the full awareness of his senses struck him. The feeling was unmistakable. He was in heat, full-blown, ruthless heat. He'd felt flickers of it before in himself, around the alphas he was most compatible with. He'd seen and smelled it on the omegas of the court. And it terrified him now. He clutched blindly at Al.
"What - oh, Al..."
He burrowed his face in Al's neck, inhaling deeply. His body quivered in flaring response to the delicious scent of him. Oh gods, he was trembling all over, his limbs molten, his own scent soaring in answer to Al's. Where Al sang of golden sunlight, Edmund smelled of moonlit runs through Owl Wood, of damp leaves and night-blooming jasmine and smoky midnight embers. He pressed against Al's flank, heedless of all else but him.
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In a blind sprint, Peter watched the exchange with his heart in his throat - but Al pulled through, and dehorsed the traitorous prince even as he carried Edmund to safety. Good. Aslan be with them, and then the heat of battle took over and he was cutting Rythern down, exacting the price he'd earned for his betrayal.
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It was much later, nearing the Narnian encampment of tents, that Edmund roused at last, blinking, and then gasping as the full awareness of his senses struck him. The feeling was unmistakable. He was in heat, full-blown, ruthless heat. He'd felt flickers of it before in himself, around the alphas he was most compatible with. He'd seen and smelled it on the omegas of the court. And it terrified him now. He clutched blindly at Al.
"What - oh, Al..."
He burrowed his face in Al's neck, inhaling deeply. His body quivered in flaring response to the delicious scent of him. Oh gods, he was trembling all over, his limbs molten, his own scent soaring in answer to Al's. Where Al sang of golden sunlight, Edmund smelled of moonlit runs through Owl Wood, of damp leaves and night-blooming jasmine and smoky midnight embers. He pressed against Al's flank, heedless of all else but him.