~{CLARICE'S POV}~
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"This can't be," I gasped in shock the moment the man carrying the unconscious lady brought her to me.
How was any of this possible?
"Take her inside," I ordered him amidst the loud screams of awe and excitement.
Everyone was clearly thrilled at the fact that they witnessed seeing the hero they believed had died. Most of these people were actually humans.
Humans didn't like werewolves but after what Ingrid did, they loved her to a fault.
And as I headed inside after him, journalists followed but were suddenly blocked from going further and as I entered the building, my steps increased as I followed the man until he brought her to a clean and comfortable room which I had prepared for the dragon. But never would I have imagined it to be Ingrid.
She wasn't a dragon so why was she in a cocoon only a dragon can make when it wants to go into hibernation?
