50. Worried about you

[Zeve’s POV]

But before leaving…

“Excuse me,” I asked a lady who was churning the medicines in mortar and pestle. “Is there some medicine for deep bite wounds and bruises?”

“For Alpha, right?” She asked, and I nodded once.

She removed the leaf from the yellow ointment stored in a wooden bowl. She gave it to me.

Maybe they had already prepared the medicine for Amor, but no one could actually muster the courage to tell him that.

From a political point of view, Amor’s life was much more important than Venus and Zahir. But from Amor’s point of view, their lives were more important than his own. But the truth couldn’t change.

Amor’s life was the most important for the werewolf kind because he was the only alpha in history who could create a monolithic pack. When he said he believed he could change the world, I understood he was trying to do something that could actually change the world. The proves were all his achievements in such a short period.

“Thank you,” I said with a slight b