Chapter 6

Under Arrest

"He suffered from blood loss," the nurse lady informed after the aid.

Cormelio's wounds are wrapped with bandages, deep cuts have cotton wool for the prevention of bleeding. Just the sight of how pale he is makes my legs shudder. I almost lost him. His life is still in danger. I remember every word he told me earlier. And I don't think I can live on my own. My knowledge is still out of the league.

"We need to fill him with blood again," the nurse indicated, "or else, his heart will suffer and die."

I extended my right arm. "I'm—"

["You can't."]

I halted when I heard the resonating voice again. This time, I look at Acro who's perching on top of the pendulum in this dark room. And her eyes are directly looking at me. Then some thought came into my mind. I can't donate my blood to a human for I am a werewolf. That doesn't prove the logic without experimentation but I prefer not to involve Cormelio with such.

I reason out, "I'm not