Eloise's POV:
Atticus lay there, looking like he was in so much pain that he couldn't move.
I stuck half of my body out the window to look at him. And he was indeed just standing there as if he had never moved.
There was a huge wound on his hand. Now, it was oozing blood.
But I really couldn't just leave him be.
I dragged him into the house and put him on the bed. It was the first time I had dragged such a big thing since I became a werewolf.
It was only then that I realized my physical strength was completely different from before. Even before my blood was drawn, I didn't have such strength.
"So, what do you plan to do with him now?" My wolf asked me curiously.
"Get the werewolves here to take care of him. I'm not in the mood to see him again," I quickly replied.
Soon, the werewolves arrived. They quickly began their treatment. Atticus' expression quickly returned to normal.
