Fifteen minutes later, A. grumbled, “Change of plan. You're coming with me.”

“What?” Monica whispered, still in shock. Her eyes couldn't move away from the road ahead of them. She'd seen them fight, stab, bite at each other, and d-die. She'd seen more than one werewolf. Her world was flipping around.

“I'm not leaving you here,” he said, and she noticed he was clutching his stomach. Crimson blood was gushing between his fingers.

“You're hurt!” she exclaimed and reached out to touch him.

“Don't. Leave it. It'll heal.” He kept staring at the road with tense eyes.

She pulled her hand back and parted her lips. If he said so......