Seeing my bare upper body, I froze completely. My face flushed crimson, cheeks burning with shame.
I was absolutely certain I'd still been wearing my shirt before I passed out. But when I woke up, there wasn't a single soul around—only that silver wolf. Sure, the wound was on my arm, and taking off my clothes would've made it easier to treat, but… it's a wolf! How could a wolf possibly know that? Let alone actually help me undress?
My gaze drifted back to the stone bed I'd just been lying on. And then I understood how it had managed to remove my clothes—my coat had been ripped apart. Brutally torn into two uneven pieces, both now lying across the bed.
I couldn't help but be shocked. This… this wolf was too smart. So smart, in fact, it didn't even seem like a beast anymore—it was almost
