Azreal’s POV
I groaned as I woke up, feeling strangely satisfied. I opened the cloth that was wrapped around me, soaked with my blood, trying to see what was going on. The silver fang was already gone, thanks to the drug.
I wondered how long I had been asleep for.
I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door to call for Micheal. I pulled the door open, revealing Micheal and Lucien, who bowed their head slightly with concern etched on their faces.
“Alpha”
I turned to Micheal, whose features were battered from the fight that had happened.
“How did Elodie leave the house?”
An emotion of anger flashed across his face, but he quickly dismissed it.
“You called for me and I don’t think I deem it fit to answer the question,” he replied.
Milan had explained it was the mornin
