"It seemed what Azazel did to you, mincing your bones, helped your bones heal and fix the problem," Deimos guessed, as that was the only plausible explanation for his daughter's situation.
Sally's bones were shattered, after all. So her regeneration ability probably mistook it and repaired it to match her age. No wonder she was in so much pain as healing and growing that strained her body was too much to handle.
"What the..." before Sally could complete her sentence, she turned her head in Priscilla's direction. She frowned, seeing Priscilla's wolf form was drooling like a mad wolf.
Grr...
"Father, I don't know what happened to your leg, but let me handle her." She remarked without taking her eyes off of Priscilla. "For some reason, my body is itching to fight, and I keep hearing Brother Hugo in my head. I don't like it."
"Hugo?"
