Olivia's POV
Levi and I had barely made it down the stairs when a shout echoed from outside the pack house gates.
"Open up!"
We rushed outside, hearts racing, and what we saw stopped us cold.
Lennox was staggering through the front gates of the mansion, drenched in blood, one hand gripping his side while the other dragged along the ground for support. His shirt was torn, soaked through, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto the gravel path. His steps were slow, like he could collapse at any second.
"Lennox!" I screamed.
"Guards!" Levi bellowed, charging forward. I ran with him, fear crashing over me like a wave.
As we reached him, Lennox looked up. His face was pale, lips trembling, blood smeared across his cheek. But when he saw me, something like relief flickered in his eyes.
And then he collapsed—straight into my arms.
The force of his body knocked me down, and we both hit the ground. My hands immediately went to his face.
