Betrayed by blood
Chapter 113
Xander lay on the stiff mattress, one arm crossed over his face, blocking out the light in the room. His leg throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, but he ignored it. He had expected the pack doctor to arrive by now, yet all he got was silence and his own frustration gnawing at him.
Then, the door creaked open.
Xander exhaled sharply, removing his arm from his face, expecting to see a doctor—only to find Lydia standing there instead. His eyes flashed with annoyance and his jaw tightened, and without a word, he turned his head away, staring at the cracked ceiling.
She sighed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. "You're angry."
A bitter chuckle escaped him. "Angry?" He scoffed, still not looking at her. "I should be furious."
Lydia sighed, her gaze flickering to his injury. Her eyebrows furrowed. "You got shot?" She asked.
Xander scoffed, "Wasn't that what you wanted? To have me killed?"
