"The target was not me"

Harold sat on the bed beside Alicia's sleeping form as he spoonfed her the medicine that the royal physician had prepared specially for her. 

Seeing how gentle he was with her, no one would guess that it was the same person who had just killed more than a dozen people earlier. 

He had washed off the filthy blood from his body and changed into a loose white garment and had his hair, which had grown a bit longer while he was unconscious, neatly combed out. He looked ethereal, except for his eyes, which were now a mixture of the usual blue and red as he tried to calm down and take care of Alicia. 

'I need to rest. Wake me up if you want us to rip more people apart,' Harold's wolf said in his head before disappearing. 

Alvin stood away from him, not knowing if it was okay to speak yet. He had never seen Harold this way before, so he didn't want to overstep his boundary. A lot of things had changed about him and he was curious to know how he was.