My Human Luna Is A Famous Doctor
Sitting beside me, my sister asked, worried, “Are you fine, brother? You scared me. Are you feeling okay? Our pack members told us that you fell off the cliff. They found your car in shambles. How can you drive so harshly?”
Her questions weren't meeting an end, and I cupped her face and stroked her cheeks as I said, “I am fine.”
Though I wasn't fine. I felt something was missing from me, and it was my wolf, Hector. A werewolf is incomplete without his wolf. I was very weak and my senses were reduced to the level of the humans.
I assured her, “I am all fine. Don't worry.”
My sister complained, looking at my wounds, “Is this what you call to be absolutely fine, huh?”