Dominic
“What the hell were you thinking?” I shouted at Liam. After I had been too late to stop the elevator, he had disappeared down the stairs. A few minutes later I smelt blood and the elevator doors opened to show Liam standing there holding an unconscious and bleeding Theia.
“She slipped and hit her head,” he said as I pulled her out of his hands and cradled her to my chest.
“I don’t know. Maybe she was still spooked when she saw me,” he shrugged.
“Oh goddess,” I exclaimed. There was blood everywhere. My white shirt that she was wearing was covered in the stuff and it was pouring out of the back of her head.
“Liam, call a doctor or something,” I shouted as I rushed her to the sofa and tried to part her hair to see the damage. This was a new experience. Werewolves healed a lot
