Hunter's POV (Continuation...)
Instead of running away from there, I felt Layla crouched down to me and caressed my cheek. I wanted to respond to her but my body remained in its frozen state with pain still knocking me senseless. I couldn't feel my inner wolf help me in the healing process. I thought that it might have been taken over by the poison of the curse too.
Then Layla's warm lips touched mine and in the small gape of my mouth, a liquid trickled in gently from her own too. I tasted a familiar herb from her. There was only one reason why she was even in the dungeon in the first place.
That blasted elf may have called Layla in. Shihyaha will answer to me if I get out from here alive.
The hern slid slowly on my throat and I couldn't even swallow it. I had no choice but to let the gravity carry it around my veins.
"Hunner?" Layla called out. I tried concentrating on even just a tiny in of my eyelids but nothing was cooperating at the moment.
