Chapter 37

Renee’s point of view. ONE HOUR-THIRTY MINUTES LATER (Wymond’s room). “Your…your Majesty….” Wymond pushed the doctor aside before she could complete her words and rushed to Ara’s side, he reached for her right hand and held it in his tenderly as he stared at her face. “Why isn’t she waking up yet?” he growled. I sighed and got up, who knew a day like this would come, when my emotionless brother would be worried over someone. “Thank you, doctor” I thanked the doctor on Wymond’s behalf. “Is there anything we should take note of?” I asked. “Er…no, I have stopped the bleeding, cleaned and dressed up her wounds” she carried her medicine box. “She’ll….” “Isn’t she a werewolf? Why isn’t her wounds healing on their own?” Wymond interrupted her with a question. His questions made perfect sense, as a werewolf Ara’s wounds were supposed to heal naturally, but why aren’t they healing?. Something is wrong somewhere. “Her wounds were likely caused by silver or wolfsbane, enhance she couldn’t heal, b