“Oh my goddess, what's happening?” Leslie asked, her voice filled with panic.
Kneeling beside his body, she bent low, placing her left ear on his chest.
“His heart's still beating,” Lucas said.
Leslie looked up at Lucas, who was now standing in front of his seat. Shock was written all over her face.
How did he hear —
‘Oh, werewolf hearing.’ she recalled.
Tch. She had forgotten about that while in her panicked state.
“What do we do?” She glanced up at Frederick, waiting for a solution.
“He will wake up soon –”
“Hold on, let me check him,” Lucas stepped forward.
“No!” Frederick raised his hand to stop him.
“Why not?” Leslie asked, her brows creased.
“It was after you called him that this happened,” Frederick's tone was sharp, filled with accusations directed at Lucas.
“What ar
