"Where am I?" Clive questioned while frowning. He was really confused about what was going on.
"I see you are finally awake. And as for your question earlier, you are in the pack hospital thanks to the demons." Cyrene told him.
"Demons, what are you talking about? Aren't those just myths?" He asked, getting visibly angry. It was like someone told her something serious and thought that he was a fool to believe it.
She did not want to agree with the fact that demons could be real because when everyone around him thought that he was in a coma, he had been through hell literally.
When the demons had wounded him with the crawl in his wing, the venom from his crawl had made him lose consciousness. Everything was black. Nevertheless, the next moment he woke up, he was taken back seventy‐seven years to the day when his parent had died, the day he hated most in his life, the day he dreaded most.
