*
When Alpha Clark finally came around, it was late in the evening, and the sun had already set. Leonard was hovering over him, muttering a quiet spell with his hand hovering over Alpha Clark’s forehead.
He sat up slowly, and Leonard stepped back and opened his eyes when he saw him finally awake. He had been trying to revive him nonstop, but his weakness was very difficult to overcome.
“What happened?” he groaned as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. He was back in his room, and he didn’t understand how he got here. The last thing he remembered was trying to chase the rogues, but then everything went dark.
"Careful!" Leonard exclaimed as he moved to stand up. "You're still very weak from the infection."
"What infection?" he growled, before remembering the horrible sickness
