"Claude!" Gwendolyn gasped at the sudden attack. She would step close to check up on the other person, but Claude thrusted his claw toward her. He didn't hit her, though.
"You're already lucky this isn't your blood!" Claude barked, showing off the rich red on his clawed and furred hand. "Leave."
Without another word, Gwendolyn fled through the broken door. She even bumped into some boys who heard her scream. However, she continued running until she vanished into the shadows before the other wolves caught a glimpse of her.
Inside the room, Claude reverted his hand to normal and grabbed the blanket on the bed. He shoved it against Len's face to cover the wound. He looked back at the others who responded to the sounds. Despite the bitterness in his smile, Claude acted like everything was fine. He even hid Len behind his image.
"It's all right. It's just a small accident." Claude firmly held Len's head so that he wouldn't say anything. "We'll be fine."
