The grand doors of Kieran's mansion swing open as they step inside.
The scent of blood follows them in, clinging to their skin, mixing with the faint traces of old wood and the lingering embers of the fireplace.
Servants rush toward them, eyes widening at the sight of their wounded alpha.
"My lord..." one begins, but Kieran raises a weak hand, silencing them.
They carry Kieran up the stairs, his weight making every step feel heavier. By the time they reach his room, his body is trembling slightly.
"Why isn't he healing?!" Ace asks, concern making it's way in his voice.
"I think it's because he feels weak now." Rey says.
"Maybe we should clean him first, before we lay him to sleep. We can fine a doctor to check him up." Jun suggests.