Diana
I barrel into my house, sweating and trembling from shock as I collapse to the floor. Barely a second later, Billy barges in.
“Hey! Did you find your ma-“
It takes only a second for him to take in the tears streaming down my face as well as the blood around my mouth, torso and hands, and the original small smile on his face disappears, replaced by a grave expression.
With long strides, he reaches my side and stretches out a hand to touch me but stops when I subconsciously flinch. He draws back his hand but frantically looks me over with his eyes.
“This blood…” he starts, “It’s not yours”, he concludes a second later. It’s not a question. He can tell. Decades of being a warrior has taught him enough.
“Whose?” he asks simply, face dead serious.
I flinch again but still answer, “Beta Mason”, my stomach twisting as I force out the name.
Billy suddenly stills before abruptly standing up. He then begins to pace the short length of my room.
“What happened?” he grits out.
“He- he tried
