He heard his wolf groan at the back of his mind, each groan louder than the last. He stirred, his brows knotting but his eyes remained closed. ‘Wake up.’ His wolf ordered in his head but he couldn't wake up. His head was a pounding mess and his wolf was making it worse. It was just then that he became conscious of the loud whirring noise in his ears. His wolf groaned again till it turned into a full howl threatening to split his head into two. He jerked, a groan escaping his lips. “Damon?” Iris? He frowned. “He is still not waking up.” She said,“It'll be a slow process extracting the poison completely, Iris.” Madame Comfort's steady voice came next. What poison? And what were they talking about?“He has grown weak.” Theodore tutted.“Theodore.” Finn's warning voice came next. “Call a spade a spade, Finn.” Wait, where is she?‘You fucker. I said our mate is in danger.’ His wolf sneered in his head.“We are not sure she is the reason for this state, she…” “Oh please, Finn!
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