Section 3 was so embarrassing that the hair on the tail was almost burned by the skin on the face.
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The man paused, then put down my calf, stood up and left.
I heard a rustling sound, probably because he was putting on his clothes.
I breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and when he walked in front of me again, I carefully opened my eyes a little - to confirm that the man had finally put on clothes that covered his body.
By the way, his clothes are not like the coarse cloth clothes worn by ordinary farmers.
Instead, it looks like the shirt worn by young gentlemen from well-off families in small towns.
Could it be that the legend that werewolves live in harsh and dirty conditions is false?
As he continued to pinch my calf to stop the bleeding, I quickly grabbed his arm and pleaded with him sincerely, "Sir, thank you for your kindness, but this is so strange... Can you let me treat the wound myself?"
The man looked at me impatiently and held my legs even tighter!
I couldn't break free, and he kept lifting my ankle to treat my wound.
But I really can't accept it! I'm not a pervert!
"Oh, please! You can spit on my clothes, I can treat my wounds myself!"
I buried my face in my tail, not daring to look at how embarrassing my posture was. My face skin was almost burning the hair on my tail.
"Hmph, trouble." After hearing my sincere plea, the man finally gave up the idea of stopping my bleeding and let go of my calf.
I felt as if I had been pardoned and quickly got up.
Without waiting for him to make any move, she quickly tore off a corner of her already torn linen clothes, tied the strip of cloth tightly above the wound and bandaged it.
The man was looking down at me from the side.
Then he said, "Follow me," and turned and left the barn.
I stood up with the help of the wall, grimacing, and limped after him.
It was the first time I suffered such a serious injury - and it was caused by silver shackles. It was so painful at the time. After the silver spikes in the shackles were removed, I actually felt that the pain was barely acceptable?
For the first time, he had a new understanding of his identity as a half-blood werewolf.
But... the gap between a half-blood werewolf and a real werewolf is too big, right?
I am the strongest one in the orphanage. Because of this strength and my relatively tall and strong figure, no one has ever doubted my gender.
If hunters had not figured out the werewolves' weaknesses against the crescent moon and silver, perhaps humans would have been ruled by werewolves in the past.
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I stepped awkwardly into the werewolf dwelling built next to the barn.
The bright moonlight shines into the room through the windows built into the stone wall. The floor is covered with wooden boards and animal skins. The space inside the house is larger and more transparent, a design completely different from that of human residences.
The house was filled with his scent, as if he was the only one living there.
"Is this... is this your home?" I said weakly.
"Yes." The man nodded, stopped and looked at me, "You can live here for the time being. Once you get used to the wolf pack, you can move out."
"Thanks……"
"If you have any questions, you can come to me."
I pursed my lips and nodded, but my wolf ears still drooped. My ankles hurt, my body was covered in blood, and I couldn't wear any clothes. I was tired and uncomfortable.
The man walked up to me with an impatient look, tilted his head and stared at me for a few seconds, then raised his hand and pressed it on my head and touched it.
"What’s wrong with you?"
“Nothing…” I lowered my ears even lower.
He patted my head a little harder, making it buzz. I only heard him utter two words stiffly: "Don't be afraid."
"Hmm..." I shrank my neck, my expression wrinkled.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." The man tried to keep his voice gentle.
He thought I was scared, but I was just thinking about how I could naturally ask him for a piece of clothing to cover my body and take a hot bath on a cold night.
After the cold wind blew on his back for most of the night, I even felt that my wound didn't hurt that much, partly because I was numb from the cold.
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The man put me in a room on the second floor. After he left, I stared blankly at the door that he closed casually and the animal skin curtain that fell back into its original place - the doors here are even made of slate, animal skin and hardwood!
Is he trying to lock me up in this room and kill me?
After a whole night of tossing and turning, I was tired and hungry.
I sat on the edge of the wide bed feeling a little tired, and felt the solidity of the bed frame and the softness of the mattress. I was immediately startled and jumped up quickly, fearing that I would dirty such a beautiful bed!
Damn, it’s a million times better than the straw bed I had in the orphanage?
The living conditions of werewolves are so good! I was deceived by the knowledge promoted by the church!
I always thought that apart from the werewolves hiding in human society, those werewolves living in the deep mountains and forests were all dirty beasts far away from civilization and uncivilized. But the truth slapped me in the face.
The werewolves here live much better than the children in the orphanage and the poor farmers who struggle to make a living in the village.
I felt ashamed in my heart for my misunderstanding of the man, even though I didn't know his name yet.
I took a few steps back on the carpet under the bed. I had lost my shoes long ago and was worried that my wound, which was still bleeding, would stain the dark animal skin.
So I knelt on the wooden floor, moved closer to the bed curiously, and carefully observed what was inside the soft bedding.
Suddenly, the stone door was pushed open. I was startled and turned back in horror - my hand was still touching the mattress, and I looked at the man awkwardly!
Ahhhh! I don't want to be treated as an ignorant bumpkin by a werewolf!
My face suddenly turned red, and I slowly rolled up my furry tail to cover my tattered clothes.
The man was stunned for a moment, then came in with a large pot of fragrant broth.
My stomach immediately started growling.
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10
Dear God, thank you for your gift, but there is no need to embarrass me anymore!
I am already a mature adult who has gone through the hardships of the orphanage!
I sat on the wooden floor at the end of the bed with tears in my eyes, my tail stuffed in my arms, and a large bowl of broth, which I devoured greedily.
Thanks to the werewolf's generous gift, I stayed in the orphanage as both an apprentice and a teacher, and could only barely eat a meal of bacon every two weeks.
I might as well stay here with the werewolves. I used to live a hard life with not enough food to eat, not enough sleep, and not enough warm clothes to wear!
The smell of the broth moved me to tears. Werewolves should eat meat. I accept my half of the werewolf identity!
"Why don't you sit on the bed?" The man kept looking down at me. I didn't notice that my ears were twitching with my mood. I was completely confused and didn't hear what he said at all.
So as I was wolfing down the chunks of meat, he bent over, reached out, and simply picked me up!
"Ahhh, what are you doing?!" I held the basin in fear and looked up at him.
"Carry you to bed."
"No!" I protected my bowl, afraid that the soup would spill.
"Why not?" The man continued to move.
I screamed in terror and clung to him with the basin in my hand: "No! I can't dirty such a beautiful bed!!"
man:?
He put me back in my place and frowned impatiently: "Why are you so troublesome?"
"I'm not a bother! I'm just too dirty!" I quickly explained, afraid he'd think I was a bother and kick me out of the pack. Even if I worked in a human village for another ten years, I wouldn't be able to afford such good living conditions!
The man thought for a few seconds, threw down a few simple words, and left: "Take a shower on the first floor and come down later."
Woo woo woo, he is such a good wolf who comes and goes like the wind!
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