Chapter Twenty-Five

Infirmary of the Nevermore, One Month later...

Wren's eyelids felt incredibly thick and heavy, struggling to open them as sharp white light breached the soft darkness, causing him to growl and hiss. Rubbing his eyes carefully with his hand, he hissed louder, his stomach stabbing him with pain as his eyes fully opened, showing him wrapped in bandages, only stripped to a pair of briefs. His body was worse than he thought: the stomach wound was stitched and padded with bandages, new wounds of cuts and scrapes decorated the pale skin, and his wings ached against his back.

"I think I overdid it..."