Eyes on the prize!

Helena’s P.O.V.

“Liam!”

My brother, whom I saw perfectly alright in less than twenty-four hours, was standing in front of me, drenched in blood and sweat. How was it even possible?

Before I could ask him this, he briskly closed the door shut behind him while gasping for air, his new suit was stained with dust and dried leaves.

He landed on the floor tiredly, as if his legs had lost all the bones at once. I muffled an involuntary scream and tended to him.

“What happened, Liam?

Are you alright? Let’s go to the hospital, you are bleeding from your wounds.”

I hardly supported him on the couch and fired off several questions in a quick session. His pain was tightening my chest.

“W-Water!”

Liam gestured towards the jug on the table, his deserted lips were also stained with blood. I wiped his mouth with tissue paper, and fed him water, some incoherent words rolled out of his tongue with great difficulty.

“I-I’m fine!

This-This isn’t my blood, sister.

Alpha Zayden, he-he…”