Angela got up from the bed, holding her wrist. She didn't heal like other werewolves. Her blood kept dripping around her wrist as Taros held it. His eyes closed as he summoned the energy within him to heal her wound.
He felt the strength leaving his body and flowing into her muscles. Angela watched with deep focus as the wound slowly closed, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Thank you, Taros," Angela said softly, then turned to look at Kael whose eyes were still glowing blue. Her heart thudded in her chest like a drum. Did it not work? She swallowed hard, watching and waiting for a miracle. "It didn't work… it didn't fucking work. It's my fault."
"No, Angela, it's not your fault," Hiro said as he took her hands gently. She leaned against him, her body trembling until Kaito's voice broke the silence.
"It did work."
