Chapter 26

In the present world, Nicholas opened his eyes to see blood dripping down Michael's arm. He attempted to withdraw his hands, but he was unable to do so due to the firm grip. Their hands were covered in blood from the claws they dug into each other's palms, which dropped copiously, forming a large pool of blood on the floor beneath their hands.

Nicholas yelled out, "Michael."

After some time, Michael finally opened his eyes. His breathing was erratic as he pulled back his claws and relaxed his back on the sofa. Sweat dripped from his body.

When Nicholas shoved forward and put a hand on Michael's neck, he realized he was burning up. "What happened to you?" He questioned.

"I was shot with wolfsbane." Michael muttered, fighting to keep his eyes open as he began to feel drowsy.

"And you didn't consider telling me? How awful is it? Let me take a look." Nicholas stood up from the couch.

Michael raised the short sleeve over his arm, groggily. Nicholas slowly shook his head, realizing how