But that night, I ignored my fear.

I opened the kit, pulled out disinfectant, cotton, and bandages. My hands moved swiftly and precisely, as if trained for this for years. I carefully unbuttoned Ronan’s shirt, revealing deep claw wounds across his right chest and arm.

“Oh my God…”

Tears fell from my eyes the moment I saw how deep the gashes were. Blood kept oozing, making his pale skin look even more stark in contrast.

“Don’t cry,” he said hoarsely. “This isn’t the first time. ...