ATLAS' POV.
"Alpha," Ethan called again.
I couldn’t answer. The pain was too intense. It felt like it was crushing my skull until I thought I’d collapse. My hands went to my head as I groaned, trying to steady myself.
“Do you want me to call Selene?” Ethan asked, already reaching for his phone.
“Don’t,” I managed to say through gritted teeth. “Don’t call her.”
“Atlas—”
“I said no,” I forced out, shaking my head weakly.
And then I felt it.
A warm, wet trail running down from my nose. I blinked, dazed, and then a drop of something thick fell onto the desk. I stared at it—dark red against the wood.
Ethan’s eyes widened. “Atlas—your nose—”
I reached up and touched it. My fingers came away smeared with blood. For a second, I couldn’t move. “What the…” I whispered. “This hasn’t happene
