(Ralph POV)
Running after Ulva was so stressful, there was no way one could catch up with her. We heard the wolf crying again, this time it was worse. She suddenly stopped by a tall tree.
"What is it Ulva?" I asked her. She walked towards a dead wolf, looking shocked and angry.
"I couldn't save him" she said. I wore a confused look on my face.
"Do...do you know him?" I asked her.
"No, but I understand his cry. He needed help, he..." She paused when he slowly went back to his human form. She squatted in front of him and checked his body. He was looking so dirty and tattered. It was like, he haven't had his bath for years.
"He looks like a prisoner" I said. I watched her as she took him by his hand, trying to see his past. Of course, it worked. She shut her eyes tight, seeing everyt
