Della’s POV
Seeing the blood everywhere, the wound on Kylian’s body, and especially his cold expression, I was secretly shaking in worry deep inside of me. My heart felt like it was being quenched so hard.
I felt like I had done something wrong, and guilt weighed on me.
“I…” I stuttered as I took a few slow steps toward him. I looked him up from head to toe, seeing his wounds and bruises all over his body. “What happened to you? How come… Who did this?”
I clenched my fist, ready to take revenge on whoever did this to him. I mean, he’s Kylian. He was one of the feared alphas in the werewolf kingdom. He’s not someone who could just be hurt just like that.
And I didn't even know about it, and I didn't even care about him at all. I shouldn't have done this.
“Tell me…” I insisted, but Kylian remained silent and didn’t answer my question, neither looked at me.