Chapter 9
Jacob felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He stumbled back a few steps before he finally found his footing. Even so, he started trembling, and when he spoke, even his voice quivered, “What… did you say?”
The patrolman gave the pale Jacob a troubled look and wondered whether he should repeat what he had just said, only to fall back before the Alpha could crash into him.
Jacob ran out of the ward without caring about Elizabeth yelling behind him.
“Where are you going, Jacob?!”
He continued running without a care for maintaining the pride and calmness of an Alpha.
When he arrived at the forest and saw the traces of the fight between Zoey and the wild boar, he slumped down on the ground in despair.
There was a terrifying pool of blood before him. He could smell Zoey’s familiar scent coming from it.
Any experienced hunter would know that a werewolf who lost so much blood was heavily injured, and the chances of them surviving were slim to none.
J“Zoey!”
“Zoey!” Jacob cried out in despair.
His voice pierced through the forest, but Zoey had already been carried out of the forest and into Mike’s camp.
When I opened my eyes, I could smell medicinal herbs I did not recognize.
I was covered by a coarse but clean pelt, and the wound on my shoulder had been treated. All I could feel was a dull pain.
I pushed myself up and found the pup lying beside me. His leg had been redressed, and he was sleeping soundly while brushing his tail against the ground.
“You’re awake?” a deep but gentle voice asked from the entrance.
A handsome werewolf, who was definitely an Alpha, leaned against the door frame with a warm bowl of meat soup in his hands. “The wild boar leader’s tusk almost pierced an artery. You’re lucky we found you in time.”
I took the bowl with thanks. The Alpha, who introduced himself as Mike, told me that the pup was from his pack called the Night Wind.
They found me while looking for the little one.
Mike examined my pale face. After a moment, he said gently, “If you want, you can stay with my pack.”
I was stunned before fully understanding his good will.
It made sense for him to make such an offer. If I had a good life as well as friends or family who cared about me in my pack, why would I go out to hunt wild boars in such a weakened state?
