King Andrew's POV.
The medicine did a thing on me, really did a thing. I hadn't believed it will make me feel so human. I can feel the blood, passing through my veins when my thumbs are placed on them. I can no longer hear sounds from the woods, nor do I sense things clearly as I should.
My Vampire gene is already at work, coming to bring me back to what I'm supposed to me, how I am gift-cursed. Yesterday's night was a hell. A lethal hell I don't ever want to feel again.
It's been a very long time, years ago since I heard something about this same medicine. Then, the Werewolves and humans still used to be together. I think then, they both forge the materials and make the drug so silver won't kill Werewolves during wars as they will have keep the medicine near, so once we vampires shoot
