Atticus's POV:
Lisa's injuries had worsened.
Since the accident a year ago, her injuries had never been properly healed. However, a werewolf's body had always been strong, so it was easy to imagine how badly she had been hurt.
If it weren't for this, I wouldn't even want to come to Eloise's residence. She was the only beneficiary of this accident, so she must have done it.
She simply looked at me, and that expression made me feel like a rock was pressing down on my chest.
Why did I have to come personally this time? I didn't understand, but my wolf thought it was necessary.
"Don't forget, this is the only reason I'm keeping you here. Don't try to play any tricks." I stood at the door and stared at Eloise.
"Atticus, do you know what day it is today?" She looked up at me.
What day co
