"What happened, Dave?” I trailed Dave as we made our way back to the expansive mansion, where I caught sight of Timothee, sitting dejectedly on the terrace.
“Timmy, what happened to you?” I hurried to inspect the state of his wound.
The wound on his hand resembled a deep gash from a werewolf's claws. I'm certain he engaged in a fierce altercation with another werewolf.
“Lycans! I will call for a healer. Luna, kindly assist him to the living room." Dave dashed away from me and Timothee, his eager footsteps echoing as he set off on a quest to seek out another person.
I wrestled with the weight of Timothee, dragging him into the living room. As I carefully removed his jacket, my heart raced at the sight of the long, deep scratches etched into his skin. Timothee's once bright blue eyes now
