Chapter Thirty One

Emily's POV 

I left the rabbit, Grey in Fayne's backyard maybe he would take care of him. At least he'd have something that reminded him of me. In my room, I opened the wardrobe and pulled out some of the clothes. I folded them neatly and put them in the bag. Once I was done, I flung the bag across of my shoulder and walked out. I would miss this place but it didn't matter. Not to me, not to Fayne.

I entered the woods and took the path to the town.

When I entered the town, I noticed how scanty the town was which made me wonder.

There was nothing different about it but the people weren't filled with as much brightness and beauty anymore.

I walked to a nearby stall in which an elderly woman was making noodles. I walked to her, filled with much curiosity.

“Hello ma'am,” I said to her but I was left with no response.

“Do not be offended but I have something to ask you.”

“No noodles, no asking.” She responded.

I had no money in my hands so I couldn't buy her noodles.

I sighed and proceeded to turn away but then something clicked in my mind.

I turned back to the elderly woman.

“I might not have any money right now but I can offer you anything much more priceless than money.”

The woman looked at me and then bursted into tears.

“Can you come with me to my house then? My son is sick and I have to make money to treat him.”

I hesitated, “Well… I can help you. I know a few things about medicine.”

When I was younger, I used to use some natural herbs to cure my injuries after I sustained an injury from playing too much. However, I was unsure if that would work for a mere human. As a werewolf, we had the abilities to heal faster than the average human.

“Would you please come into my house, miss?”

“Call me Emily,” I said and she nodded.

“Wait a second for me,” she said.

She fixed the food in the stall and I followed her to her home. Within the walls of the home, I heard the sounds of someone groaning in pain.

“Please come with me,” The woman told me and I followed her into the house and when we entered a small you, I saw a boy which looked at though he was at least, fifteen.

His right leg was swollen up and he looked like he was in immense pain.

My chest tightened and I walked over to the boy.

“So tell me young lady, can you do something about this?”

“I know about some herbs that can be useful.” I said and she nodded at me.

“Please do as much as you can to save my son.”

I walked out of the house and began to gather aloe Vera and some other plants which I thought could be useful.

On my way back to the elderly woman's house, I spotted some werewolves who were beating some humans mercilessly.

“What is that all about? Isn't this a human kingdom? Why are werewolves here?” I thought to myself.

I couldn't continue thinking so I went back to the elderly woman's house. As soon as she saw me, she looked at me desperately. 

“Thank goodness you're back. For a minute I thought you were no longer going to save my son.” She said.

“I'm not like that, ma'am. Anyway, can I use your stove? I have to prepare the concoction.” I said.

“O-of Course,” she told me.

I went to the kitchen and began to purify the herbs I gathered. Once they were in perfect shape, I went to the boy's room and helped him drink the medicine. Then I cleaned his swollen leg and wrapped it. The boy cried for some moment, and eventually, dozed off.

“Thank you so much, miss.” The elderly woman told me and I nodded.

“It's okay, I only used some herbs I'm familiar with but this is not the end of his medication. You should still call an healer just to be sure.”

“Miss, why don't you drop the ingredients that you used to treat my son, that way I can save some money and at the same time, make sure my son is fully recovered.”

“Alright,” I said. “Grab me a pen and ink.”

“Right away,” the elderly woman said and rushed off further into the room.

I couldn't help but think about Fayne. I wondered what he was doing now.

When the elderly woman came back into the room with the piece of paper and ink, I was snapped back into reality.

I took the piece of paper and ink and began to write the ingredients I used as well as the methods used. Once I was done, i looked at the elderly woman.

“I've done as I can, i should get going now.” I said.

“Wait,” the elderly woman said. “I have something for you.”

“That's not needed, I—”

“—Give me just a second.” she said, and smiled at me. I was stunned but I decided to wait and hear her out.

The elderly woman went to the other side of the hallway and I waited patiently, tapping my feet against the floor.

When the woman came back, she handed me a crystal necklace.

“W-what is this for?” I asked her and she smiled at me widely.

“It's a protection charm. It's been passed down by my maternal part of the family for decades. This time, I decide to give it to you.”

“But why? You don't know me, I'm but a stranger to you.”

“But you didn't act like a stranger to me, you took care of my son and this kind of effort isn't something to be expected from a stranger. And besides, I sensed something about you. You're not just a human, am I right?”

I felt exposed by the woman. How did she know?