Chapter 864
Tabitha sped to her private villa.
The moment she pushed the door open, the living room looked like a slaughterhouse.
Blood had soaked into the expensive light-colored wool rug, and the air was thick with the sharp tang of iron and the decaying scent of a dying werewolf.
The injuries were more fatal than she had imagined.
Lucian was slumped on the floor, his back against the sofa.
His pupils were already starting to dilate; he was clinging to his last breath through pure willpower alone.
"Sorry... I messed up your rug," he said, a self-deprecating smirk tugging at his lips.
Seeing him covered in blood, Tabitha's eyes instantly burned.
She rushed forward and knelt beside him. "What the hell did you do? How did you get hurt like this?"
Lucian gave a helpless, broken smile. "That's classified. Can't tell you."
A few days ago, he had mentioned a high-risk mission.
Even though Lucian protected her, he never let her touch the dark side of the pack's dealings.
"Let m

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