Plotting his death

Back at the cottage, the old lady Elina had met earlier was fuming in anger as she attended to her grandson, who was badly hurt. Despite how stubborn and careless he was.

“Hold still, who told you to fight him huh,” she scolded as she applied for some herbal medicine to his wounds, he didn't flinch or move but remained still. The old woman was stunned at how he was still when the wounds he had were deep and eating away his flesh.

“If she did that to save him… you should let it go,” the old woman added, trying to get some sense into her grandson, he was hurt and lost nearly half of his powers. He was still recovering from a fight he had with the werewolf king, and now he went ahead and started another.

“You showed yourself to him…he won't let you off,” the woman reprimanded, by now she knew any better than to provoke anyone, especially the alpha king.

“You are still forgetting what's at stake… Or should I remind you what's going on,” Raphael muttered in a cold tone. His hands tightly c