“You need to leave before the FBI gets here,” Everett said, pressing on the wound on his stomach. I pushed myself up, Caleb following. My brother had also returned to his human form and he looked like was the least hurt of all of them. There was blood all over him, but I couldn’t spot a single scratch or a bite. He stared at Everett cautiously, almost as if looking for an excuse to attack him.
“What about you?” I asked, my eyes darting towards his wound again. Blood was seeping through his fingers and running down his torso, but it didn’t look life-threatening. He shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, shooting Caleb a glance. I quickly moved my eyes to his face, making sure to keep them there.
“I have to stay behind and face the consequences of my choices.” He said
