Chapter 30: Swallowing

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Harry fell onto his back and lay there. From the horizon far hidden behind the trees, the first rays of sunlight filtered through and a ray of sunlight fell and shone across his face. He had been resting there for just a few seconds when his attention was drawn by a groan towards his left.

'Shouldn't it be dead by now?' Harry wondered as he got up to his feet and turned towards where the wolf lay, only to see the form of a man lying where it was. Wondering where he came from and where the wolf was, he looked around, until the fuzziness in his head cleared and he connected the dots.

The beast was a werewolf. The man was the wolf.

The stories on whether the werewolves knew what they were doing during full moon varied, so Harry decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt. Cautiously, he walked closer towards the man.

The man groaned and turned. His side was still bleeding. Approaching him warily, Harry put a hand on the man's shoulder and shook him. The man's eyes fluttered open and as soon as he caught sight of Harry, he gasped.

"What are you doing here boy? How did-" he grimaced with pain before continuing, "How did you even get into this place?"

"My questions first. Why did you attack me last night?" Harry asked coldly.

"Attack you? But last night was… No!" he seemed struck as his face twisted with grief. With a tiny voice, he asked, "Did the wolf… Did the wolf attack you?"

Harry nodded. The man seemed devastated, which led Harry to believe that he didn't remember the last night, but he couldn't be sure.

"Check your arms and legs boy. See if you've been bitten." The man finally said after a moment's silence.

Harry looked a bit thrown by the comment, but he quickly checked his arms and legs, which seemed to satisfy the man. "A werewolf's bite can be dangerous. It usually ends up killing most and turning the rest. You're a lucky one." The man shifted around and propped himself up on a nearby rock with a hand on his side. "What happened anyway?"

"Don't you know? You attacked me after all."

"The transformation doesn't work that way. We wizards can't know or control anything. That's why my pack and I get together here for full moon. No humans come by this forest for some reason so we can move about without hurting anybody," the man's eyes dimmed as he looked at Harry apologetically, "So much for that."

"So the only reason you come here is to not hurt anybody," Harry felt something in his stomach coiling with guilt.

"Well, the company isn't too bad, and I certainly don't mind the scenery," The man said with a small smile.

"But I hurt were only trying to stop yourself from hurting someone and I-," Harry's voice hitched halfway through the sentence. The coil in his stomach was growing painful at the sight of the bleeding. He'd never quite felt this kind of guilt. It was painful. Swallowing, he continued, "I have to help you. Won't your friends come looking for you? Can't I fetch someone?"

"Afraid not lad. The nearest town his at least a few hundred kilometers away and my friends won't be looking for me. They all have their jobs that they can't take more than a day off of. We all head out from wherever we wake up after the night," he said as he looked at his bleeding side and grimaced.

"But you're bleeding out. I have to do something!"

"Nothing to do-what's your name son?"

"Harry?"

"Good name young man, that's a good name," he said with a smile, "There's nothing to do. We all die someday. Today is just my day. I'm just glad I didn't end up killing you or worse."

"There is always something you can do." said Harry, shaking his head, his voice determined. He prepared some mana and stepped around the man. Holding together the lips of the cut, he let loose a concentrated stream of fire barely a centimeter wide, using it to burn the flesh along the cut, cauterizing the wound as he tried his best to ignore the man's screams of pain.

"This should do it." Harry said, wiping away the blood on the wound with his sleeve.

"I'm afraid not young man, I've lost a lot of blood," the man said, his voice trembling with pain, "And I won't ask how you did that. I know it probably saved your life last night."

Harry quickly cast observe on the man, hoping for some information he could use to try and help him. Tears started building up in his eyes at what he read. The observation had changed from the wolf to the man.

Johnathon Wright Lv-27

HP-70/1800(-1 per second due to Internal Bleeding status)

MP-0/600

Race-Werewolf

Str-25

Vit-12

Dex-15

Int-14

Wis-32

Luc-12

A human that upon the complete rising of the full moon, becomes a werewolf. He was once a wizard who abandoned his family, in a courageous effort to protect them from the Death Eaters. He was soon after turned by the Death Eater werewolves as revenge for refusing to join their cause. He loveshis wife and has a son, who he wants to protect with all his heart.

Aren't you a werewolf, can't you heal fast or something?" Harry asked desperately, opening his inventory and taking out some pancakes and water bottles to help him regen, making John drink and eat some of it and washing the cauterized wound with the leftover water.

John vomited the food right back out. His wound had hit is oesophagus, and he couldn't even properly swallow the food without coughing up blood.

"No magic left in me I'm afraid. And I daresay… As I said, there is not much left to do. It's my time."

"No. NO! I can't let you die. I'd have killed you! I can't!" Harry cried out in frustration as he read John's description again.

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