Setting out for the Werewolves

As soon as the gunshot echoed, Iris was thrown out.

Iris was launched out of the trench—slamming onto the hard ground.

Cold sweat drenched her shaking body as she bolted upright, clutching her heart. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly, her breaths came in desperate gulps—as she fought to steady herself from what she had seen.

She was already outside but the pain from pulling the trigger was still there.

Mavenna quickly rushed to check on her.

"Come on, talk to me, where are you hurt?" Mavenna asked, preparing to heal her.

But Iris shook her head in response, "It's alright... you couldn't heal it anyway"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the wound is not tangible so you can't heal it"

Upon hearing this, Mavenna frowned but she quickly understood what Iris meant.