In the afternoon, dark clouds gathered above their heads and sent heavy rain to the earth.
It was almost as if the Moon Goddess was mourning yet another horrid incident that resulted in inevitably massive casualties.
The St. Clarence hospital again became busy that week, with prominently Alphas and Betas of a lot of packs rolling into the wards.
When a wounded werewolf arrived at the hospital, at least one angry and inconsolable family member was expected to show up at the reception table, demanding to see the said patient.
While the ground floor was ruled by chaos with hospital staff running here and there to appease both the distressed family members and the patients, the patient wards were relatively calm.
Lucien Clearwater sat by Ronan's bedside while the latter was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly shut.
