*Eleanor's POV*

I took Lawrence to the hospital. His injuries were so severe that the doctor said he needed surgery.

Then, I stood in the hospital corridor, waiting for Lawrence to come out with trembling fingers.

My clothes were stained with Lawrence's blood, which seemed to carry his scent. Surprisingly, at such a time, it could give me some comfort.

'Is Lawrence going to die? I don't think so.'

I had heard Madison once said that werewolves were very strong and had the ability to heal themselves. Harley had not attacked his vitals.

However, I could see that Lawrence's wound was very deep. Even though he was a werewolf, he...