I Did This?

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

*Penny's POV*

"What do you want to do with Harry? Do you wanna wait on him?" I asked.

"We can't wait. Just make sure he's not dead." Louis demanded.

"Ok."

Louis walked out the back door to start the ritual and I sat back on the couch.

Harry had a large wound on his shoulder, like something went through him. His shirt around his injured shoulder to his collarbones were soaked in his own blood.

I flipped him over and there was no exit wound on his back.

I sighed, taking off his shirt and grabbing some of the bandage to wrap his shoulder.

I set the bandages off to the side and examined the injury. It looked really nasty. Almost like a bullet wound.

This had to be done, even though it grossed the hell out of me. I reached my hand in his shoulder and looked for the bullet.

I felt a large shock go up my arm, making me take my now bloody hand out of his injured shoulder and jumping back.

It really hurt but I healed quickly. I figured this wasn't just any billet. It was made purposefully for werewolves.

I found an old towel in Louis' kitchen and used that to reach the bullet without touching it myself.

I pulled it out and wrapped the towel around it. Setting it off to the side, I treated Harry's wound. I wrapped the bandage around his shoulder and sat back.

It didn't heal as fast as it normally would. It wasn't even healing itself right now.

I grabbed the bullet and took it to the sink.

I washed the blood off of it and looked at it. It had little markings on it, making me think hard about the significance.

I dashed to my phone which I had left on Louis' coffee table before I treated Harry. Putting in my passcode, I desperately looked through the pictures I kept.

I scrolled through it until I found the same markings as the one on the bullet. My eyes widened in shock and my mouth left agape.

I knew this would happen. I warned him but he didn't listen. I turned to his unconscious figure and mentally scolded him. 'Harry Styles you are the most stubborn person alive. I can't believe you.'

They had people everywhere now. They didn't even trust their own kind. But they will stop at nothing. No one defies them and everyone knows never to join them. They're ruthless people with no hearts or compassion. Gamblers of life.

This explains why it hurt to touch the bullet.

I set it on the counter with a muffled clink, the bullet being wrapped in a tissue. I looked to Harry from across the kitchen and into the living room. He was still laying down and his breathing was normal. He was brutally unconscious.

The bullet was probably laced with a werewolf toxin. I don't know how long it would last for. I had a feeling it would keep him in a coma for the rest of the day and maybe into the next.

I walked back to the living room sat with Harry's drifted body for a while. I spent a little time just watching him sleep and amusing myself with my phone.

I grabbed a snack from the pantry and sat down, criss-crossed on the arm rest near the foot of the couch while Harry lay draped and stretched over it. I was bored out of my mind snacking on my fruit snacks and watching his chest rise and fall.