Wanderers Of the Night
“I told you not to go there.
Yarsi pulled off the remains of his shirt, crumpled it into a ball, and tried to wipe off the blood.
“Drink some water, Vic, or don’t you want to?”
With difficulty, the Vistolet looked away from the wounds rapidly healing on Yarsi's body. The skin grew together, where the charred meat was visible, a new one appeared, covering the terrible burns. Regeneration took place right before our eyes. Only he continued to hold his right hand carefully, slightly moving away from the body.
Are the bones broken? Mirovir nodded understandingly. - By the morning they will grow together.
The werewolves, reincarnated as humans, cautiously inhaled t
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