Mel POV:
I watch as Derek pace the room long after Alessia's breathing had steadied. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, his fists is still clench by his sides, claws threatening to pierce his skin.
Alessia is alive, but that doesn't seem enough for Derek, he wants answers. And, he'll stop at nothing till he gets one.
The door creak open, and Darren slip inside, his expression somber. Without even as much as throwing me a glance, he ask cautiously, "She's stable?". I nod affirmatively.
Everyone seems to be too bothered about a lone wolf! I thought, exhaling silently, resentment bubbling under my calm exterior.
Derek nod also, but his gaze never leaving Alessia's face. "For now." he add.
"We need to talk," Darren says, his voice low. "The attack wasn't random. The blade, th
