Saving Darun

Morning came, and his condition seemed to remain the same, something that greatly worried Geran considering the fact that the last time he had seen him awake he had been ridiculously weak.

So the fact that he continued to sleep without being able to drink and eat made Geran feel that if he allowed it to continue then, Darun might simply sleep to death.

“Find me a werewolf doctor,” he was about to order one of his knights when he instantly became aware that it was most likely what King Horansi was relying on since it was the most likely way to find Darun.

I can’t call for a doctor. I’m sure he’s expecting it.

With a largely worried expression on his face, Geran turned around and walked towards where Darun’s very weak body lay on the ground, staring intensely at his body before he instinctively decided on what to do.

Retracting his vampire fangs from his mouth, he bent down to nick his wrist watching his own blood flow out in streams.

In a split second, he grabbed Darun’s head pulling it