Chapter 11
Betrayed by Blood~
"You have a sprained ankle, but you’ll heal soon. I can’t say to avoid heavy weight on that foot, but do try to take care," The pack doctor warned as he applied the last plaster on my face.
I nodded, looking down at my bandage-wrapped foot. I sighed internally as I thought of what I did to make those girls lash out on me. I’ve tried to keep my distance, I made sure not to cross paths with them. I made sure not to disrupt or even talk while they were there, and still... I swallowed hard, my lips already bitten raw from how hard I was thinking.
"There you go. You’re good to go now," the doctor said, helping me to my feet, wincing slightly at the pain. The doctor’s smile faltered slightly, almost like he was pitiful.
"Thank you," I muttered and dragged myself out of the room. A sigh escaped my lips, the cold air hitting my bones the moment I stepped out of the room. It was already very dark, and now I had to go back to the very same room where I was almost killed.
I turned to walk down the hallway, only to freeze, my eyes widening when I realized the person standing in front of me, his eyes on my feet. Did he stay here since? I wondered.
His gaze flickered back to my eyes, and I was able to see him properly. He wasn’t blurry, nor were there two of him like I had seen earlier. The man stood tall, his broad shoulders straining against the shirt he had on, his dark hair cropped short with bangs that spread across his forehead.
I lowered my head. "Tha-"
"Come with me," he said gruffly, cutting me off.
I looked up, blinking twice, but the man was already walking away. I quickly rushed after him, biting my lips harder with each step I took. The pain was excruciating, but I couldn’t complain, so I sucked it up, sweating hard like I had run a marathon. Eventually, we arrived at the maid quarters. The man led me to a room at the far end. He opened the door, and I looked at him, confused. "Sir, what-"
"Xander," I was once again cut off, but this time by the one familiar voice. I froze at the sound of her voice, cold sweat running down my back.