Chapter 13: Willard in Trouble

*Mia*

I had to wait until I was feeling less afraid before I could slowly approach the gray wolf. It suddenly moved, looked up at me, and put one foot on mine. Among shifters, this was a universal move to show friendliness.

I gently held the wolf's claw and a familiar scent floated over me. It was a medicinal herb called dipterocarpus from the distant east. According to Willard, it could clear a fever, detoxify poison, and refresh the mind. He often brewed this tea to drink. Therefore, over time, he started to smell of dipterocarpus.

"Willard! Are you Willard?" I asked.

The gray wolf nodded weakly.

Simon said, "Let's get him to bed."

I thought about it. With his serious injuries, he couldn't move too much at the moment, or he would bleed more. There was only one way to stop the bleeding.

At this moment, Simon's phone rang. After answering the call, he looked a little hesitant.

"Simon, do you need something?" I heard a stern voice on the other end of the phone. I figured it should be hi