Kael’s POV
We carried Lucian upstairs to his room and laid him gently on the bed before covering his bare body with the sheets. Downstairs, the estate was still in chaos. I had already called Liam, ordering him to get here immediately.
His voice crackled through the receiver. "I’m already here. When you two bolted like your asses were on fire, I figured something happened and came straight over."
"Good to know your old age hasn’t completely rotted your brain," I said, then ended the call.
Roman entered the room a moment later—but he wasn’t alone.
That bitch was in his arms.
Before Rafe or I could speak, Roman strode toward the bed. "I didn’t know what to do with her or where to keep her," he said, his voice tight, "and the entire house is a disaster."
Without further discussion, he placed her beside Lucian on the massive king-size bed. She looked small, almost swallowed by the mattress, lying in the narrow space Lucian had left for her.
I didn’t comment, while Rafe left the room.
"Liam is already here," I informed Roman.
He hummed.
Liam was already at the door, along with Jason.
"I told the commando leader what to do," Jason said.
His meaning was clear—he had done his part as security in-charge in Lucian’s absence, and now he was going to stay by his brother’s side until he woke up. Even the heavens wouldn’t shake him from here.
Liam followed him inside as well, while Jason glared at the woman lying in the bed.
"What the hell is this bitch doing here?" Jason asked angrily.
"I’m sure you would prefer to place her on the shards of glass scattered across the home, if not here," Liam said as he walked toward the bed.
"Not sure about her, but you would be buried with those shards if you keep running your mouth," Jason warned him, then focused on Lucian, checking the non-existent wound on his chest.
"You can do that after I’m done examining your brother," Liam replied evenly, unfazed by the threat. "And for that, I need some space."
Liam just glanced at Eira. She didn’t look hurt, so he preferred to check on Lucian, as there was blood across his chest—which was almost dried now.
Or more, even in this situation he had showed his care and loyalty to that bitch, he would pay for it.
Jason stepped aside while Liam sat at the edge of the bed.
He checked Lucian’s pulse and examined him. "He’s fine," Liam said finally, "just in a deep sleep. But... where’s the wound?" His brow furrowed. "There’s nothing here. Not a single scratch. If not for the dried blood, I’d swear he was never hurt."
"The wound’s already healed," Roman told him. "He was shot with a silver bullet." He reached into his pocket and produced the bullet, handing it to Liam. "I picked it up from the ground where he fell."
Liam examined the bullet, now covered with traces of dried blood. "Are you sure this is the one he was shot with?"
"Yes," Roman said. "It came out of his body when she healed him."
We looked at him—we were yet to get the answer of what exactly happened.
Roman explained everything, and by that time Rafe had returned with a tablet in his hands. He attested to what Roman said. Both of them couldn’t be wrong, as they gave the same account of what they had witnessed.
Rafe turned the tablet screen towards us. "I checked the camera footage from the side home, and one of them—still left intact—managed to capture what happened then."
He connected the device to the large TV mounted on the wall. We all watched as the footage began—Lucian being shot, Eira rushing to his side, her hands trembling as she touched his face. The audio was lost in the roar of gunfire and explosions, but her expression spoke louder than words. She was begging him not to die.
She looked terrified. Shaken. Hurt.
And it didn’t look like an act. Even a fool could see it—her fear was real.
And then came the moment when she saved Lucian.
The glow emitting from her arms, spreading across Lucian’s chest, her scream, and then how she went unconscious after a bright flash of that glow, which died down in a moment.
She had saved him.
But why?
Why had she been so shaken at the thought of him dying? She hated us just as much as we hated her. So why would she save any of us?
Pushing the thought aside, I turned to Liam. He didn’t look particularly surprised.
"Is she a healer?" I asked.
"It’s nothing surprising for a pureblood to be a healer," Liam said casually, then turned back to Lucian. "Now that she, a healer, has saved him, there is nothing for us to worry about with him."
"But not all purebloods have strong powers," I pointed out. "Only a few rare ones. Like my mother—she was a healer too."
"Then take it as Eira being special as well," Liam said with a shrug. He rose from his place beside Lucian and moved toward Eira.
I couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t more interested in the fact that she might be special. Knowing the kind of man he was, I expected him to already be digging into her history, searching for every scrap of information about her wolf.
"She’s fine as well," Liam said after a quick check. "Using her powers suddenly, maybe for the first time, has sent her body into shock. She should be alright by morning."
"Now that she could use her power, does that mean her wolf is back?" I asked.
Liam’s gaze flicked to me. "Can’t wait to use her to save your girlfriend?"
"Just answer what I asked," I commanded. "Or will you speak after I use my Alpha aura on you?"
The bastard remained unfazed despite the threat and said, "I have to examine her, ask her questions. Only after that can I come to a conclusion. And it can happen only after she wakes up—if you five brothers won’t kill her before that."
He was clearly reminding us not to harm her. This bastard always seemed to be on her side rather than ours.
"I’ll be back tomorrow," Liam said simply, and without waiting for a response, he left the room.
My eyes narrowed at him as if he was up to something. Or maybe there was something about Eira he was trying to hide. Given his favouritism towards her, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Then I looked back at Eira. More questions being added to what I already had in mind.