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I worked in silence for a few minutes, carefully unwrapping the gauze.
“Well, it doesn’t seem to have gotten infected so far,” I said, carefully inspecting the wound. “But it’s definitely a bite. I’m sure you already know that.”
Eric clenched his jaw and looked away, but he didn’t need to give me an answer—I had known that it was a bite already, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Sighing, I slipped my small pen light out of my pocket.
“I want to check your pupillary response,” I explained, flicking on the flashlight and shining it into first one eye, then the other. “Unresponsive pupils can be an early sign of Wolf’s Fury.”
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