ELLIOTT POV
I could sense the moment Ciaran portaled out of the castle. I walked slowly yet purposefully into his office, righting the desk chair that was ripped in half and strewn across the floor. I took a seat in what was left of it and propped my feet up on the splintered desk. Ciaran was reckless. Stupid. This would not end well for him. Which is what I was banking on.
A few moments later, he had thrown his bloodied body back through a portal and onto the office floor. The Alpha had done a number on him. Even with his healing ability, this was going to take a while for him to recover from. The question is, do I help him- or do I leave him here to suffer?
“Elliot- my brother” he gasped. “Help me…”
I sighed and stood from the chair. My baby sister's pleas echoed through my memori
