[Donald's Perspective]
I followed his finger and looked over. There were indeed two deep wounds on his leg, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon. His flesh was turned over, but the bleeding had stopped.
Werewolves had very strong self-healing abilities. Not to mention the royal Lycans, even ordinary werewolves would recover from such injuries in two or three days. They wouldn't even leave any scars.
"Unconscious?" I realized he had said "knocked out".
"You mean he's not dead?" Elliot interjected.
"I can't be sure." The crouching man straightened up. His name was Benjamin, and he was the only therapist in our assault team.
