Chapter 112 Sickness

(Migumi’s POV)

The smell of sickness hangs heavy in the air as I make my way across the grounds of healers. Low moans of infected werewolves reverberate through the space.

My heart dries up with every step, the view gnaws at me. So many of my people lying helpless and weak. Even the healers-those so composed are frantic, barely making a dent in this implacable plague.

I am scanning the crowded area; my eyes catch one face: a frail, elderly woman whom I met earlier today and begged me to save her son.

Slumped against a tattered blanket, ashen, she was huffing shallow breaths. Inside, my stomach curls in an uncomfortable way, but I force myself to walk over, kneeling beside her.

"Is there something you want?" I ask, my voice soft trying to mask the fear gnawing at me.

The old woman flutters her eyes open and looks up at me with a weak, grateful smile. "Thank you for… coming," she says with hardly audible tones. "Please… save my son."

The words cut through me, and I open my mouth to reas