Dante took a deep breath, still lying down, feeling the pain slowly fade. But his mind continued to race, knowing he needed more information. The war with the werewolves was a serious issue, and he had been out of action for too long. "Valentina..." he called out before she could fully leave the room.
She stopped, turning to face him again, one eyebrow raised. "What now? Hasn't your head exploded enough already?"
He let out a weak sigh, struggling to sit up on the bed. "I need to know... what's the situation with the werewolves? I've been out for a while. The war didn't just stop because I passed out, right?"
