THUD!
August sat in his seat, his brows drawing together as he stared at the spot where Elias had been standing moments ago. For a second, he remained seated before pushing himself to his feet, only to see Elias lying on the floor.
Blood quickly spread beneath the man's body—enough for a doctor like him to understand how serious the situation was.
However, August didn't move immediately.
Instead, he stayed rooted in the same spot, staring at Elias's back. He didn't even wonder what had happened to the man. All he knew was that for a werewolf to be bleeding like this and not regenerating, there were only a few possible answers.
One of them was… silver.
August made his way to Elias's body, the thick blood sticking to the soles of his shoes. He crouched down and rested his arm on his leg, tilting his head to check the man's face.
"..."
Just then, Lynsandra's voice from earlier that morning rang in his head.
