Let me help you

Annette jerked awake. Something had woken her up; it was the sound of breaking glass and growling. The sound was loud and intense. 

She sat upright on the bed, pushing her hair away from her face. The room was bathed in darkness; the moonlight shimmering in through the window was the only source of light in the room. The sun had long set. 

She had only wanted to take a nap after the messed up day she had.

She must have fallen asleep. How long has she been asleep for?

"Motherfuckers."

She heard someone cursing. It seems to have come from one of the rooms down the hall. Who was it? 

Was it Xavier? Was he back? He sounded furious and annoyed with something. Annette thought was racing as she slipped from the bed and pushed to her feet. Leaving the room, she walked down the hall; her bare feet made no sound as they came into contact with the thick plush carpeted floor as she went in search for the origin of the sound.

As she walked down the hall, she realized that the noise was coming from the living room or perhaps the kitchen.

What could have possibly happened? She walked into the sitting room.

The sitting room was vacant, void of the man she sorted after. 

The lighting in the sitting room was low; the only source of light was that of the moonlight, which shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the table lamps at different corners of the room.

She looked in the direction of the kitchen and saw light slipping through the gaps of the door; the kitchen door was ajar.

Moving towards the kitchen, she gently pushed it open. She saw him, Xavier, standing in front of the kitchen sink. He had not noticed her yet. Annette lingered by the kitchen door taking him in, and she was terrified by what she saw. 

The expensive three piece-Italian suit Xavier wore earlier on was discarded and thrown on the marble floor next to him. He only had his trousers on; he was shirtless, naked from the waist up. 

The shirt and suit jacket on the floor were bloody; bright red fluid splashed on them, it was a frightening sight. A broken glass cup could be seen on the floor a couple of feet to the left.

Beside him on the kitchen counter was a first aid kit; it was open with some of its items spread out on the counter beside the sink.

Shit. He was hurt, hurt really bad by the look of things. 

"Blood-sucking bastards." Xavier cursed, roaring and raging in anger. 

He had wicked-looking claw marks and wounds all over his chest and back. He kept on cursing as he tried to wipe at the wounds on his back; he could barely reach. His lips pulled back as he growled. Fuck. It must hurt so much.

"Should have fucking ripped their throat off." He snapped, looking deadly.

"Assholes, those vampyres and elves."

Holy shit, did he get attacked trying to help her? Annette was in shock; she took a step forward; she wanted to help him treat his wounds. Her sudden movement made him look back at her.

Their gaze met; his eyes were a bright glow of ember with a yellow ring around his iris. She could see his wolf, furious, enraged, and beastly. He was growling and scowling; his wolf was restless; she could clearly see that he was hurt badly.  

Annette was in shock.

"Leave," he commanded, looking furious. 

"What are you doing here?" He snapped at her, looking murderous.

"I want to help you, please; you are hurt because of me." 

Annette stepped further into the kitchen. Was she afraid? Yes.

She was a little bit hesitant to do so, but her zeal to help him outweighs the fear she felt at that moment. Moreover, she knew that he would never hurt her, at least not knowingly, and she was his friend. So she thought.

"Annette, I am fucking serious, leave right now." He spat, his fingers gripping the counter firmly, snaring at her. 

The fuck. What has gotten into him? She was just trying to help.

Not paying attention to what he said, Annette took another step into the kitchen, and Xavier's eyes were on her, watching her every movement. She walked past the kitchen island and moved towards the sink, where he stood. All the while ignoring him.

"Don't," he said in a warning tone when she lifted her hand to touch his back. His gaze was intense, piercing into her soul. 

"I am serious, Annette. Fucking serious," he said with a threatening voice.

"I cannot leave you like this. Don't ask me to, please, Xavier."

Reaching out, she gently placed her fingers on his back. He flinched, his breath short and raspy.