"Clang."
That damn silver arrowhead that caused Alpha Klaus to pass out, along with the strange gray liquid flowing from it, dropped onto the floor with a crisp sound.
Long fingers picked up the arrowhead from the floor, and the redhead man carefully examined it through his glasses for a moment. "It's tainted with a special poison, no wonder Klaus looks like this now."
The top of the arrowhead had a strange green stain, shimmering with an ominous light. As he spoke, the black crow carried a glass bottle in its slender beak, refilling it with the gray liquid oozing from the wound, then flapped its wings to put the medicine bottle back in place.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Klaus's complexion finally regain some color. His dark purple lips gradually returned a bit of rosy hue,
