Avery arrived home about half an hour later.

She rushed into the house and charged toward Elliot without even changing into her house slippers.

"Where's Hayden? Why are you here alone?"

Elliot was about to speak, but Avery interrupted him when she noticed his disheveled clothes.

"What happened to your clothes?"

Elliot's shirt was completely wrinkled. She followed the wrinkled lines to his back and saw a piece of his shirt that had been ripped off.

She saw the bloody bite mark under the ripped fabric.

The bleeding had stopped, but she could imagine how painful it must have been.

Avery faced them, then asked, "Did Hayden bite you?"

"I brought it onto myself," Elliot said nonchalantly. "He's in his room."

"I see. I'll go take a look. Wait here for me," Avery said, then walked up the stairs.

Mike sauntered behind Elliot, took a good look at his wound, then sighed and said, "Big H really did you in! You look like you were bitten by a dog!"

Elliot turned around and stared grimly