Chapter 364

Stella paused, her senses on high alert. Something was moving in the fog, shifting uneasily. She pulled out her flashlight, slicing through the mist with a beam of light. A pair of eyes stared back at her, blinking.

Half-hidden behind a rock, she could see a head and ears twitching slightly. Stella adjusted the flashlight, confirming it was indeed a pair of eyes. Eyes that were not human. They were filled with wariness, confusion, exhaustion, and a stubborn will. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "Cooper?"

The head in the fog moved, and a shaky body stepped out from behind the rock, whimpering softly. It started walking, then broke into a run, stumbling into Stella's arms.

The creature was emaciated, skin stretched over bones, its head barely holding on. Limping and weak, its body oozed pus from multiple wounds. If it weren't for those familiar eyes, Stella wouldn't have recognized it even up close. Its belly had a long gash that had been stitched up, scabbed over but still raw. Clearly, it had been through a lot.

Who else could have stitched those wounds but Jasper?

Stella broke down, hugging Cooper and sobbing uncontrollably, "Cooper, where's Jasper? Tell me, where is he?"

Cooper cried into her embrace, too weak to even struggle. Its paws were torn and bleeding, yet it had somehow found the strength to find her. It must have been the fireworks that led it to her.

searing pain from its festering paws and its wobbly body, it led the way with

Cooper understand human speech, and it pointed

back, feeding it hot meat pies and its favorite drumsticks. Cooper ate while rubbing its eyes with its paws, the mournful sound growing louder. Stella knew Jasper was in

with urgency, her steps quickening. At a crossroads, she hesitated, unsure of the direction.

sandstorm had buried the path, and flash floods had reshaped the landscape. Cooper trudged through the mud, crossing murky and dangerous streams. After navigating through several areas affected

decomposed and stinking, but a few still recognizable despite the bite marks and torn throats. The fresh ones were Cooper's doing. The older wounds were likely Jasper's handiwork. They had been protecting each other. Standing outside the cave, Stella's heart raced. She didn't dare enter, afraid of

searching hand found an empty first aid kit. Further in,

a cold hand. Her heart

finally found him. Now wasn't the time for tears. Stella carefully brought both man and dog back to the safety of Arcadia. With the darkness gone, the light was almost blinding. Now she could see Jasper clearly-his once handsome

but had given the medicine to Cooper, stitching it up, leaving survival to the dog. Despite his injured waist, he'd

carefully removed the rotten flesh and stitched up the wound. Cutting away flesh usually didn't faze her, but with Jasper infected and in mortal danger, her hands shook

have succumbed by

injuries, she checked his battered back. Cooper, outside, whined non-stop,

it, Stella's heart battled within her. She wasn't a professional doctor; though she had learned much from Dr. Garcia and Collin, it was in the field of traditional medicine. But if she didn't act, she knew Jasper wouldn't make it. The adrenaline shot was a

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