Chapter 144: The Bullet Wound

Trista’s POV

I was transfixed by the voice and compelled to turn around.

Where was it coming from? And why was it so insistent that I leave?

I was the only one who could save them? Save who?

“Trista! We have to go,” Hazel hissed in my ear. “Something’s wrong with Liam.”

All around us, people pushed and shoved, trying to squeeze out the small exit door. Liam had a stern look on his face as his eyes remained fixed on the door. He was holding his wound with one hand. I looked down and saw that the wound was actually in his stomach. This was a relief. I thought he’d been shot in the chest. Given the fact that Liam was an alpha, a wound in the stomach shouldn’t be fatal.

But something was wrong.

His wolf should have been healing him already. Instead of getting better though, he seemed to be getting worse.

Liam’s face was a peculiar gray color. His hand was caked in blood. Right then, Liam swooned. He reached out for Hazel, who caught his arm to steady him.

“The stairwell,” I told Hazel. Ev