•~Chapter 10~•

While he was talking, I pulled out the kit, foregoing my slippers, we rushed upstairs and led me to the living room where human Seth was settled on the couch, his whole body doused in blood.

I watched, horror-struck, as blood trickled down the couch and onto the floor. I rushed towards him dropping to my knees and checked for a pulse, sighing in relief when I sensed one but it was faint. I rid him of his shirt and winced at the long, deep claw marks littered all over his torso, back and face.

I began to work and called one of the guys to help me. Once I was able to stop the bleeding, I wiped off the remaining blood using a clean, white towel with Francis and Isaac aiding me in washing Seth's wounds. Afterwards, I began stitching him up.

I looked up from the silence to find them watching me, "Are any of you hurt?" I noted Francis looked torn up despite having no visible signs of physical injuries.

"No, we're fine," They answered in unison. I nodded and directed my attention back to