Chapter 4

If she left him here, he would die.

Leah bit her lip and wiped the tears from her face.

She had already lost everything today.

Was she going to stand by and watch another life fade before her eyes?

She summoned her courage and crawled on her knees to the werewolf’s side.

The closer she got, the stronger the thick scent of blood and wild animal musk became, stinging her nostrils.

Leah took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm.

She hadn’t brought any medical supplies.

Without hesitation, she pinched the hem of her precious pale blue dress and, with a sharp rip, tore off a large piece of fabric.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Leah murmured softly, as if soothing the werewolf, as if giving herself courage.

She used the torn fabric to carefully wipe away the dirty blood around the werewolf’s wound, then folded it into a thick pad and pressed it firmly against the bone-deep gash.

The werewolf’s muscles were incredibly hard.

Even unconscious, his body’s instinctive defense made it exhausting for Leah to apply pressure.

She tore off several more long strips of fabric, wrapped them around the werewolf’s thick waist, and tied the wound tightly.

When she finished, Leah was drenched in sweat, her pale hands sticky with werewolf blood.

She watched his breathing gradually stabilize, and the tension in her nerves finally eased.

“Alright. The bleeding stopped.”

Leah let out a long breath, pushing herself up on her aching knees.

“You’re one lucky wolf. I hope you make it…”

She turned around, ready to leave this dangerous place.

But the instant she turned, a burning, massive palm clamped around her slender ankle like an iron vise.