Chapter 111 A Bitter Harvest

Aubrey’s POV

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Listening to the sounds of pain coming from both sides of the road, I frowned, feeling like I had still come too late.

I should’ve come with alpha Henry the moment he said he was heading to Stella Pack.

I clenched my fists and looked around before walking straight to a little werewolf girl sitting under a tree.

She seemed to have just gotten infected, not yet burning with fever. Her left leg looked torn up, like it had been mauled by a beast, bloodied and mangled.

I crouched down and looked her in the eye. But unlike all the empty, dazed, or agonized stares I’d seen along the road, her gaze was steady–like she was waiting for something.

“Can I look at your wound?”

I asked gently. The girl struggled to stretch out her left leg for me.

Her face was sunken, her body just as frail. I rolled up her pant leg, and sure enough, what I saw was even worse–dark red and black flesh, rotting with a foul stench. Some of the tissue was visibly pulsing. On closer look, it was crawling with maggots, greedily devouring the dead flesh.

been reborn, this would’ve

the same thing in my previous life. I’d once cut rotting flesh and worms out of my own body. Seeing this now didn’t scare me–it

girl seemed frightened by the sight of her own wound, but she was too weak to scream or struggle. She just stared at me, wide–eyed, and that look tugged at something


to wrap it up for you. If you’re scared, just close your

took a deep

little girl shook her head. Her voice was dry and hoarse, and her small face looked sad. “I got

rare. I picked it in the Moro forest,” I said firmly, pressing her leg to keep her from

the plants from my backpack

healers–it needed a cure for the T–flu. That

in the detox serum that cured the T–flu in my last life. I

anesthetic, so I used one on the girl. I didn’t bother disinfecting. I burned my surgical blade and started removing

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tissue.

doing sitting

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her. I cleaned the wound and crushed the

taken away… I wanted to see if he’d

nothing more than cannon

her wound, I took off my jacket and draped it over her. “I need a pot and stove. Do you know where

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