Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I found Lazarus in his room.
He was surprised to see me.
"Do you need help tending to your injuries?", I asked while lifting my hand to point out the fact I'm carrying a box with supplies for first aid.
"No need, this is nothing." He brushed me off.
Lazarus had bruises and swelling, and even his lip was cut. But I saw that he was not bleeding and considering his werewolf healing, he will be fine in no time.
"I wish that you didn't fight with Drago. You didn't forget that he is a human, right? It's a miracle that he was not injured seriously."
Lazarus rubbed his chin. "He doesn't punch like a human. What's with that speed?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Drago was always faster and stronger than the others. On top of that, he trained a lot. If he didn't, we would have an ambulance here, or worse. What were you thinking?"
