The night was deep.
Rather inconveniently, as soon as my last life-saving medicine was gone, my illness struck again.
I curled up on the wooden bed, the chill seeping through my bones. No matter how many layers of blankets I covered myself with, I couldn’t resist the piercing cold and pain. My body trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat quickly soaking through my inner garments.
My teeth chattered loudly, I wanted to summon my wolf, sadly, none seemed to be responding. It remained silent deep within me, enduring the same pain I was.
Clutching my shoulder, where the Panthera tigris had bitten me, my mind blurred, and I was dragged back to that snowy night in the rogue den.
Crying, I had called out Alpha Damon’s name, Beta Egbert’s, my parents'… over and over.
But they were far
