The very next day, I was able to move my fingers. It's infuriating how I have a slow healing rate compared to Lycans.
I mean, I am a beast too; why did I not possess it?
The guy who saved me came back, as he had said. He fed me. He helped me deal with my business with his eyes closed, and informed me about the warriors present movements.
The moment I heard the news, it gave me goosebumps.
"They have been restless and aggressive with their approach. I was finding it hard to sneak out."
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"A week." He said this while taking out branches of firewood from his old bag and tosing it into the fire. "If I had not tended you, your wounds would have gotten worse."
"Thank you."
"You have been expressing your gratitude a lot. It is much appreciated; however, I
