“We found her like this.”

I heard screaming and crying on the floor above me. Curiosity always digs its talons in, when the unknown appears. I made my way to the staircase and jogged up the two flights of stairs with ease. I walked down the hall and turned the corner to see Balor holding Maxine’s feeble body in his arms.

“Who did this to her!” A woman shouted, tears falling from her worried eyes.

I could tell you who did this. God damn it, it was so obvious, he wasn’t even trying to hide what he was going to do.

“We found her like this in the conference room,” a man stated beside Balor.

Another Maled wolf, I knew Balors pack would start clawing their way in. I heard the door to the staircase open, I felt a pair of eyes on me, as I turned around , I felt relief, as my brother was standing right beside me.

“What happened,” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Supposedly, they found that girl in the conference room unconscious,” I said, as first responder sirens sounded near.

“Is that the girl you met yesterday,” he asked with concern.

“Yes,” I vexed, running my hands through my hair with nervousness.

We made our way over to the crowd of gawking people. Maxine was being held tightly by Balor, he made concerned accusations, as he looked around the room. Her breaths were shallow, like she was hanging on by a thread. She had bruises forming around her neck and arms, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what had happened. Her wavy strawberry blond hair laid lifeless over Balors forearm.

Archer pushed his way through the on lookers, as I followed not too far behind him. The sirens were even louder now, it sounded like they had just arrived in the parking lot.

“Why haven’t you taken her downstairs yet?” Archer said, with anger, glaring over at the two men, the vein in his neck started to pulse with heat. I sidled over to Archers side and shook my head with guilt. Guilt? I felt….guilty.

“Is she dead?” A woman weeped beside Balor. Her mascara was running down her cheeks following the salty droplets as they fell.

“Shut up Cassie!” Balor yelled as his gaze turned to me. His stare felt like fury and fire as his eyes danced upon my soul. “She’s breathing, she’s just….unconscious.”

Loud clanking foot steps could be heard running up the staircase. The door flung open, hard and fast, leaving a dent in the sheet rock. The paramedics walked briskly over to the crowd pushing their way through.

“What happened?” One of the paramedics asked with hurry. He and his partner opened the stretcher they had brought up the stairs. “Put her on here.”

“We found her limp and unconscious, in a room, all alone,” Chase insisted with bitter lies on his lips.

Bullshit.

“Where did all these bruises come from?” The other paramedic asked as he took her vitals.

“From her attacker I assume,” Balor stated with a malice grin. The paramedics started working faster.

“She needs to be taken to the hospital. Her pulse is thready and her breathing is shallow. She’s a lucky she’s not dead.” The paramedics started packing their equipment up and started walking to the elevator.

“We found her like this.”

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