Adelard stayed down the tree and tried healing himself. The wounds might have already been closed but the pain in there still lingered. An ordinary werewolf shifter could have died with the amount of arrows he received from the woman. Good thing he already had that problem solved.
Though he was no immune to its effect but it was only minimal compared to its usual result of instant death for a night crawler like him. While he was at the last wound, he found himself let out an amused scoffed on how deep that woman wounded him.
He had no idea if he should be thankful that those shots were mostly far from his heart or any vital parts of his body. But still, she didn't hesitate to shot him. As expected from her.
When he was done, he then stood up and climbed up the tree, joining the sleeping woman on the same branch. He smirked at how she looked handful she was right now. As if she didn't encounter a werewolf last night.
