CHAPTER FORTY SIX

Louis's Pov

As I fled from the slaughterhouse, my body wracked with pain, I knew I needed to find a haven—a place where I could lick my wounds and recover.

Blood dripped from my shoulder, leaving a trail behind me as I dashed through the darkened streets.

Pedro was just outside the Sanctuary, taking a break and enjoying a smoke under the moonlit sky. As he inhaled deeply, he noticed the unmistakable scent of blood in the air.

Curiosity piqued, Pedro turned his head and caught sight of my wounded self stumbling toward him. Concern etched across his face, Pedro flicked his cigarette away and rushed to my side.

"Louis, what happened to you?" Pedro asked, his voice laced with worry. "You're bleeding profusely."

My breath came in ragged gasps as I leaned heavily on Pedro for support. "I... I was attacked... by them. The officers... they're onto us," I managed to say between gritted teeth.

Without hesitation, Pedro guided me into the Sanctuary, leading me down a dimly lit corridor to a