Chapter 6

Mu Yang thanked the nurse who had changed his dressing before she left and let him alone.

He could hear the bustle of the hospital outside, but he was stuck here, confined to a bed. Instead of being in the emergency room helping others, he was locked in the silence of that room.

It felt strange. It made him feel out of place. And he still couldn't understand why someone had shot him. What unsettled him most was the lack of a motive.

He ran a hand over the gauze covering his wound and once again saw the werewolf in black. He shook his head, trying to drive the image away, and closed his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let that sense of helplessness take root.

If it hadn't been for the attacks on the other werewolves—incidents he had personally witnessed at the hospital—he might have thought he was being targeted. But that wasn't the case: someone out there, on the streets of Oldgrove, was hurting werewolves for no apparent reason.

It was far from reassuring. His thoughts went especially to his sister and his parents. He had warned them to be more careful and never go out alone.

Mu Li had hugged him and said she wouldn't change her life out of fear of some lunatic roaming the city.

His parents had been more accommodating and, perhaps not to worry him, had promised not to wander around the city too much at night. Not that they led much of a nightlife: they were at the restaurant nearly every evening, working, and rarely treated themselves to a night out.

Mu Yang sighed and clenched his teeth. Just a few more days and he would be discharged.