With blurry vision and unstable legs, I wobbled towards him, hoping he would still be alive.
âGeorge,â I whispered and gently rolled him onto his back. I checked his pulse and listened for his breathing, a sigh of relief escaping me. At least he was still alive.
I caressed his cheek and called his name, hoping he would wake up, but he didnât react. I scanned the room, trying to spot my phone somewhere to call an ambulance, but when I found it, I hesitated. How should I explain this? The coffee table was split in half, the wall had a crack from Georgeâs body crashing into it, and the ceiling had black spots from the explosion. I couldnât come up with one reasonable explanation for why this happened.
I was still trying to come up with a believable story when the front door slammed open. My heart pounded in my chest as I got up, ready to protect George from anyone who barged in here like this. My brain didnât quite comprehend that the only danger around here was probably me.
When Gunnar rushed into the room, I still couldnât relax. My body tensed, and I had this urge to shoo him out of the house.
He slowly approached me, his eyes not leaving mine. âWhat happened here? Are you okay?â
We stared at each other for a few seconds before the situation slowly settled in again. George was hurt. He needed help. I did this.
âI donât know. We argued, and it got a bit heated and suddenly the pendant exploded and-,â I stumbled over my own words. âI did this! I hurt him. Do you think he will make it?â
Gunnar came closer and pulled me into a hug. âItâs okay, calm down. Donât worry about him. He seems fine, just knocked out.â
I nodded, gripping his shirt as if it was the only thing that would keep me grounded, and he let me. âI think he needs help. What if he hurt his head?â
âI will call over my beta. He should already be back from swimming,â he said, and released me, not dropping his gaze off of me until he was sure I would stand on my own.
He took out his phone and stepped away, whispering to the person on the other line. I dropped to my knees next to George again and held his hand.
Blood slowly ran down the side of his head. I sniffled, but I refused to cry. This is all my fault. I shouldnât have a pity party. I watched his chest rise and fall, scared if I looked away for even a second, he would stop breathing.
âHe will be here in a second,â Gunnar said, lowering to one knee next to me.
âIâm sorry,â I said, glancing at him briefly to see his eyebrows pulled together. âYou already said something might happen to someone who isnât involved, and I didnât believe you.â
He let out a puff of air. âYou didnât do it on purpose. Itâs as you said, we already expected something to happen.â
I huffed. âSo you really thought I was dangerous?â
âStop this, Amalia. You already admitted I was right. There is no need to make it sound like I didnât trust you or expected the worst of you. Whatever is going on with you is far over our heads. For now, we have to take care of him before other humans find out what happened here.â
I nodded, biting my tongue. I didnât want to sound so bitter and make it all around me. Yet, I couldnât help it. If I had apologized and stopped being so stubborn, then maybe I wouldnât have hurt him like this. I shouldnât have gotten angry at him.
Gunnar placed a hand on my shoulder, snatching me out of my thoughts. âAre you hurt?â
âI crashed into the coffee table and hit my head, but besides that, Iâm fine.â
âAre you sure?â
I turned to him. âNo, Iâm not sure! But at least Iâm still conscious.â
He dropped his hand and nodded. âYour little human is stronger than you think he is. Donât worry so much.â
âIâm here,â an unknown voice said from behind us, stopping me from escalating the situation further.
I stumbled to my feet, feeling dizzy, but I wanted to make more space for him to take care of George. I held onto the kitchen counter to not lose my balance and looked at the person who arrived.
He was a tall and lean man with ash-blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He had that specific vibe around him only a strong wolf would have, but Gunnar did say it was one of his betas.
âCedric, thank you for coming here so quickly,â Gunnar said.
Cedric looked around the room before his eyes landed on George. âWhat happened here?â
âFrom what I gathered, her magical pendant acted up again, probably for the last time. Seems to be destroyed now,â Gunnar said, picking up a piece of the pendant that landed on the kitchen counter.
âGeorge crashed into the wall there, and he hasnât been responsive since,â I added urgently, hoping someone would finally look at him.
Cedricâs eyes fell on me, and he smiled. âI will check on him shortly. What about you? Are you hurt?â
I clenched my hands into fists, annoyed that no one seemed to care about George. âI crashed into the table, but Iâm fine.â
âAnd what about that burn on your chest?â He asked with an arched brow.
I glanced down at my chest, seeing a relatively large red burn mark on my skin. I pulled the cardigan closer around me. âItâs okay, it doesnât hurt.â
But it did. Now that I saw the damage, it hurt like hell. The skin was already sensitive from the other night when it burned into my skin, but this time it felt like someone pressed a hot iron on my chest.
âOkay, I will give you an ointment for it later. It should take care of it relatively fast. Besides that, I believe you have a concussion, so make sure to rest properly.â
I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone, but I pressed my lips together. These people are the only people who can help me, and I canât bite their hands off. Not yet anyway.
He finally turned to George and took his time to check on him. I held my breath until he rose to his feet again.
âIs he okay?â
Cedric nodded. âYes.â
âBut why isnât he waking up then? Shouldnât we bring him to the hospital?â
âIf Cedric says he is okay, then he is okay,â Gunnar said beside me, still eyeing that damn piece of the pendant in his hand.
I glared at him. âIâm sure he is a brilliant doctor, but shouldnât he perform a more thorough check-up than this? He crashed into a wall!â
At this point, I doubted if I should trust these two. Maybe they didnât care about the life of a mere human.
âI know you donât trust us, but you can believe what Cedric says. He has an excellent instinct when it comes to injuries and health. Itâs his wolf trait. George is fine.â
I slowly nodded. I couldnât doubt a wolf trait, even if I didnât believe these two. Cedric smiled at me with warm eyes, not looking the least concerned. His wolf trait is incredibly valuable. I bet many packs would be interested in having him around. Yet, he chose to be with Gunnar. That must mean something, one way or another.
âHe might be knocked out because he drank a significant amount of alcohol before coming here,â Cedric said, but that only wanted me to sink into the ground.
âWe will bring him outside and call the staff. When they arrive, we will tell him we saw him lying there. It might not be the best explanation, but pushing it on alcohol might be the easiest solution to it all,â Gunnar said.
I gasped. âNo! That would be embarrassing for him and would ruin his reputation.â
He sighed. âAmalia, donât step in the way all the time. We are trying to fix this mess. I understand it might not be the most honorable way of fixing it, but I doubt whatever went down here wasnât honorable, either.â
I felt so small and helpless, trying to think of something better than that, but my mind remained blank. âI never wanted this to happen.â
âIâm sure you didnât, but it still happened. So, let us fix this and lie low. We can only deal with one mess at a time.â
It was as if he poured a cold bucket of water over my head, realizing that he thought I would be a danger now. I proved I couldnât be trusted. âOkay.â
Cedric handed me a small tube. âTake this ointment and rub it on the burned skin carefully. Itâs all-natural. My wife grew the herbs herself. Wolves react a lot better to natural medicine, and your burn should be gone in no time.â
I forced a smile. âThank you.â
He patted my shoulder. âDonât worry about the big alpha wolf. He is just concerned.â
I nodded. âHe isnât too wrong. Look at what happened because of me.â
âHe will wake up after he gets a good amount of sleep, I promise you.â
I watched them pick George up from the floor, his arms dangling by his sides. My heart clenched painfully, seeing him brought outside like this.
I watched them carry him down the path to the road before they disappeared out of my sight. I closed the door and leaned my head against the wood. What am I supposed to do now? How can I fix this?