(From Demetrius's Perspective)
When the arrow stabbed me, I still did not understand where. The pain in my left eye showed me where it had stabbed me. I knew at that exact moment that my eye was lost. I could never get it back.
Werewolves could heal themselves, but not all wounds could be healed. What was lost could not be gotten back. My eye was lost, not just injured.
Then, another arrow stabbed me. What had gotten me at that time? I was never like this. I was never supposed to be this weak. Something happened. Something was very wrong.
I had to withdraw. If I stayed, I would only make my force weak. I used the teleportation device to teleport back to my tent and I fainted there at some point.
When I woke up, I found myself in my tent but properly lying on the bed. The warmth of the room did not make me feel as worse as that much warmth used to.
