"Just who the hell is that?" Remi asked, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at Lucifer, who lay motionless on the bed.
The mark on his neck where Vina bit him was nasty — black veins crawling out from it, the skin around it rotting like an infection spreading fast.
"She's a demon… and a werewolf," Temmy said quietly, dabbing a cloth on Ruka's bruised face as he sat slumped nearby.
"A Demon Wolf. Probably from a top demon family. And her werewolf blood isn't normal either. She's basically a war machine when she fights."
"Tch," Remu clicked her tongue, glaring around the room. Her gaze landed on Mob, then on Ruka, her irritation growing.
"Is everyone just half something these days? Can't anyone be normal anymore?"
"That's not what you should be worried about," Temmy said, shooting her a sharp look.
She folded the blood-stained cloth and turned to Mob, who was leaning against the wall, arms folded.
