Theo’s words echoed loud in the tiny space we were all stuffed in. He appeared next to me, breathing heavily, looking at Michael. Then he and Gabriel both looked at my bleeding hand. I instinctively squeezed my arm and tried hiding it. Gabriel’s growling had gotten even more aggressive than before. His huge white fangs were showing. Michael was staring at us, still not moving much. He really looked like a statue. Theo helped me from the ground and started wrapping my hand in a torn piece of his t-shirt. I was wobbling while standing. The air was just taking a toll on my body more than I would have wanted. Michael gave out a high-pitched laugh. Theo took a stance in front of me, covering me with his body. He was squeezing my wound to stop the bleeding. The scratch was quite deep.
“You fool
