Point-of-View: Fenris Hunt
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"I...I'm so sorry, Alexis!" I exclaimed as I prostrated myself, wracked with guilt.
It was the next day, the 4th of November, and I'd only regained consciousness about half an hour ago, apparently I got badly injured with a hole through my chest. Once I came to, Aurora told me what had happened yesterday, how I lost control while in my Crimson Werewolf form.
"Hey, no worries. It's all good, I'm over it. You weren't in control, so it's totally not your fault. Come on, get off the ground, it's kinda uncomfortable with everyone watching," Replied Alexis awkwardly, as she looked around at the others.
With the exception of the twins, who were off training somewhere together-...possibly doing other stuff instead...-everyone else was here, watching.
"Yeah, but...I could've killed you if Bastet and Aurora hadn't intervened," I responded remorsefully.
