Chapter Text
Liam:
I panted as I leaned against a tree for support, and clutched my side. The wolfsbane seeping into my body from multiple different wounds was slowing me down, the ones in my side and left upper thigh were especially agonizing. Damn it. This was the dumbest thing I’ve done in a while. I should’ve known better. I should’ve realized sooner that they were leading me away from my pack’s territory. I took a brief moment to study the area around to figure out whose territory I was now in, searching for a sign with a symbol on it.
Suddenly I heard-too late-the sound of something flying through the air, and next thing I know, there’s a small arrow lodged in my stomach. I gasped loudly, both in pain and shock. The sound of another arrow flying through the air reaches my ears, and I barely managed to dodge it before I took off running again. I groaned deeply at the fiery pain in my stomach as I ran. I saw that I was approaching what looked like a mansion, in the middle of Beacon Hills Preserve, and my vision started blurring. I stopped running to catch my breath, when another arrow hit the back of my left upper thigh. I howled in pain as I stumbled onto my hands and knees, the small arrow still stuck in my stomach digging deeper as I vomited black blood. My eyes then fell shut and I crumpled onto my side, overwhelmed by the wolfsbane spreading throughout my body, feeling blood slowly pouring out from my wounds. The sound of approaching footsteps thumped on the ground.
“Hey, you, trigger-happy hunter, might want to tread carefully, you’re in Hale territory now. So if you or your fellow hunters take one more step towards him, I will gladly rip your throat out” a male voice threatened, which was the last thing I heard before I slipped into the world of unconsciousness.