Moonlit Night Contract

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The sky before dawn was pale, and the faint morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains into the room, adding a touch of soft light to the dim interior.

In Mia's bedroom, she was curled up on the bed, breathing evenly and steadily, and obviously fell into a deep sleep.

On the sofa in the living room, the injured gray wolf slowly opened his eyes. Its golden pupils flickered in the morning light, and its body moved slightly, followed by a slight "click" sound.

The gray wolf's body began to change, its hair gradually faded, and its muscles and bones reassembled. A few seconds later, a slender man replaced the gray wolf. His skin was pale, his facial features were deep, and there was a cold breath between his eyebrows. His hind legs were still bandaged, but the wound had healed for the most part, leaving only a shallow scar.

Oliver, a man with werewolf blood. He looked down at his hands, his fingers were slender and strong, and his nails had returned to normal. His eyes swept across the living room and finally stopped at Mia's bedroom door.

"Finally back to normal..." He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and magnetic, with a hint of complex emotions.

He stood up and walked slowly to Mia's bedroom door. The door was ajar, he gently pushed it open, and his eyes fell on the sleeping woman on the bed. Mia's face looked particularly soft in the morning light, her long hair scattered on the pillow, and her breathing was steady and peaceful.

Oliver's eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He never thought that he would be saved by a human woman on such a night. Her bravery and kindness surprised him, and also gave rise to a trace of indescribable emotions in his heart.

"Thank you..." he whispered, his voice was almost inaudible.

He turned around and prepared to leave, but his eyes fell on the spare white coat on the bedside table. It was the clothes Mia used to bandage his wound last night, and there was still some blood on it. Oliver hesitated for a moment, reached out to pick up the white coat, folded it gently, and held it in his arms.

He looked at Mia who was sleeping soundly again, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then turned and left the room.

Oliver's home is located in a luxury apartment area on the other side of the city. His apartment is spacious and modern, with a simple and cold decoration style, which is exactly the same as his temperament. He pushed open the door, walked into the living room, and put the white coat in his hand on the sofa.

His eyes fell on the chest of the white coat, where a line of small words was printed: "St. Mary's Hospital-Mia."

"St. Mary's Hospital..." Oliver whispered the name, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

He walked to the desk, turned on the computer, and quickly entered a string of commands. A few seconds later, a list of contacts appeared on the screen. He selected one of the names and dialed the number.

"It's me." After the call was connected, Oliver whispered, with a hint of command in his tone.

"Mr. Oliver, what do you want?" A respectful male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Help me check someone." Oliver's eyes still stayed on the white coat, "Mia from St. Mary's Hospital, I want all her information."

"Understood, I'll arrange it immediately." The other party answered without hesitation.

"As soon as possible." Oliver said and hung up the phone.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep and complicated. He knew that he shouldn't have too much interest in a human being, but Mia's appearance made him unable to ignore it. Her bravery, her kindness, and even her clear eyes made him feel an unprecedented touch.

"Mia..." He whispered the name, as if to engrave it in his heart.

The morning sun sprinkled into the room through the gap in the curtains. Mia slowly opened her eyes and reached out to touch the alarm clock on the bedside table in a daze. The alarm clock showed seven in the morning. She sighed softly and rubbed her sore eyes.

The memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tide. She sat up suddenly and quickly looked towards the living room.

"That gray wolf..." She whispered to herself, her heartbeat speeding up involuntarily.

She lifted the quilt, stepped on the floor barefoot, and walked quickly to the living room. However, the living room was empty, with only a messy blanket and a few gray hairs left on the sofa. The injured gray wolf had disappeared.

Mia's heart sank. She walked quickly to the sofa and reached out to touch the blanket. There was still a trace of warmth on it. Obviously, the gray wolf had not been away for long.

"How could it be..." She murmured in a low voice, looking around the room, but there was no sign of life in the room except her.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table in the room, where her spare white coat was originally placed, but now it was gone. Mia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the scene of last night flashed in her mind - she used the white coat to bandage the gray wolf's wound, and the gray wolf took it away when he left.

"Why did it take that coat?" She whispered to herself, full of doubts.

She walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street downstairs. There were few pedestrians on the street in the early morning, and only a few early buses drove slowly. The traces of the gray wolf had disappeared without a trace.

A complex emotion surged in Mia's heart. She didn't know why the gray wolf left, nor did she know whether it was safe.

All the scenes from last night kept replaying in her mind - the gray wolf's painful eyes, the wounds on its body, and the way it gradually calmed down under her comfort.

"Will it be injured again?" She whispered to herself, her heart full of worry.

She quickly returned to the room, changed her clothes, grabbed the car keys, and prepared to go out to look for the gray wolf. However, when she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped.

"Where should I find it?" She asked in a low voice, her heart was at a loss.

The departure of the gray wolf made her feel an inexplicable loss, as if she had lost something important. She stood at the door, her hand holding the door handle trembling slightly, and her heart was full of powerlessness.

A few hours later, Oliver received a detailed information in his mailbox. He opened the file and quickly scanned the contents on the screen.

"Mia, 28 years old, a surgeon at St. Mary's Hospital, graduated from Columbia University Medical School..." He whispered, his eyes lingering on Mia's photo for a moment.

Mia in the photo was wearing a white coat, with a faint smile on her face, and a firm and gentle look in her eyes. Oliver's eyes softened slightly, but soon regained his composure.

"Simple family background, parents died early, living alone..." He continued to read, frowning slightly.

According to the information, Mia currently has a boyfriend of three years, Jack, and her life almost revolves around the hospital and patients. Her social circle is very small. Except for being close to Ellie, a colleague in the hospital, she has almost no close friends.

"Maybe... I shouldn't disturb her." He whispered to himself, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He knew that he shouldn't get close to her again. His world is full of dangers and conspiracies, and she is just an ordinary human doctor with her own life. He shouldn't involve her in his world.

However, there was an irresistible urge in his heart to see her again, to get close to her, and to... protect her.

"Maybe... I just want to thank her." He whispered to himself, trying to convince himself.

He turned and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and carefully put the white coat in. His eyes stayed in the drawer for a moment, and then he gently closed it.

"Mia..." He whispered the name, and a complicated emotion rose in his heart.