“Noah’s mother was injected with a heavy dose of wolfsbane, and she had no chance of survival because of her wounds all over her body. Those monsters cut open her stomach to make both her and Noah bleed to death, but we found them before that.”
“Noah was barely breathing and had zero percent chance of survival, yet somehow the child survived. It took both Summer and Noah more than three months to open their eyes, and another six months to come out of the hospital.”
“Why was he in the hospital now?” I asked him in a low and shaky voice, interrupting the story.
“Because he can’t endure the pull of the full moon. Because of wolfsbane in his system, and his premature birth, his body is too fragile to endure any hardship. Every full moon, Summer gave her sleeping pills to make him sleep befo
