She felt that William was a nuisance.

William's words were like countless sharp knives, stabbing into Nick's chest.

William was not wrong. Nick was a crippled wolf, how could he provide a full and complete life for her?

She lived in a cold and icy mountain cave, struggling to have a meal of young buffalo meat, and she didn't even have thick fur to wear.

Nick's chest was heavily in pain, his mouth was a wound caused by a wild buffalo's horn. He felt the symptoms of a cough coming on, his gray wolf fur covered his lips, and he felt an itchy and tingling sensation in his throat. Blood trickled down from his finger.

Instinctively, he raised his left hand to wipe it away, but then his heart contracted in pain, and he forgot that he was still holding a wildflower he had found in a crevice in the rocks.

The flower was not eye-catching, small and buried in the snow, its petals slightly spreading out. An hour ago, he carefully cleared the snow around the rock crevice and picked the pale blue flower that had just bloomed, suitable