Chapter 77: CHRISTANA AND THE WEREWOLF (3)

The housemates filed into the infirmary. Christana lay on the bed. She was still passed out. Her face was pale and a bandage had been tied around her head. Artin stood at the head of the bed. A deep frown fell onto his lips. He scrunched his brows, shook his head then placed the back of his palm on her forehead, sending heat waves to the brain nerves of his sister.

Christana did not awaken, but her brows scrunched together and she groaned in her sleep. Her cheeks slowly regained their red tint.

Adley spoke with the nurse and came back with a parchment of paper which she handed to Artin. The drakkon read the contents, with a dark look on his face. "She has a slight concussion." He said to his housemates then glared at his unconscious sibling. Why she liked putting herself in such situations never ceased to confuse him.