“I’m sorry, Salt.” My heart sank. I didn’t know how to comfort him.
My apology seemed to make Salt feel even worse. “It’s not your fault,” he wept. “It’s mine.”
“Don’t blame yourself. This was probably meant to happen,” I said softly.
Even though I had transformed into my wolf form before I hit the bottom, I had fallen from too great a height for Salt’s body to withstand the blow. If I hadn’t hit a tree halfway to buffer my fall, I might’ve died upon impact.
Now, there was nothing I could do but lie here and stare at the face of death alone.
With every second that passed, I felt my consciousness slipping away, and Salt’s voice gradually grew softer and softer.
Old memories resurfaced in my mind.
Thinking that I was going to die here, I figured Alina would be happy to know I wouldn’t get in her way anymore. While I didn’t regret the fact that I had once fiercely protected Alina, I did regret that I wasn’t able to help her change in time.
But that didn’t matter anymore. Ever since she decided to kill me, we had become strangers.
With death looming over me, all I could think about was Flora’s adorable face.
She seemed to be saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear her voice clearly. A dull, buzzing sound took over my mind, and Flora’s face gradually disappeared.
I suddenly remembered how Flora had always said that we’d break up when the time was right. I didn’t know why, but I found myself avoiding this matter.
But why? Maybe it was because of my inexplicable obsession…
I tried hard to peel my eyes open. I could feel that the rain had stopped, and I knew that it was getting dark. Stuck in a trance, Flora’s face resurfaced again. She was slowly approaching me.
Was this it? Was I seeing things now? I might really be dying.
Honestly, it was comforting to see Flora’s phantom before I passed. I found myself praying that she would be safe and live a carefree and happy life.
I closed my eyes, waiting for death to take me.
“Warren! Warren!!” Flora’s faint voice sounded.
Her voice sounded so far away, but it also sounded so real.
Even though I knew it was just an illusion, I still couldn’t help but open my eyes.
Flora’s phantom was there once more. This time, it was clearer than before. Now, she was climbing down the cliff slowly.
Something was wrong. I blinked, wondering if I was dreaming.
But Flora’s phantom didn’t disappear. Instead, she waved at me and shouted my name desperately.
Everything seemed so real.
My dying heart suddenly began to beat wildly in my chest, pumping life back into my body. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t make a sound.
It really was Flora, not some illusion. She really came!
Flora had tied vines around her waist and was slowly rappelling down the cliff side. But after a while, she suddenly stopped midair.
Flora craned her neck to look down at me and shouted, “Just hang on, Warren! The vines are not long enough. I’ll try to find a way.”
As she spoke, Flora tugged at the vines a few times, but ended up snapping them. She plummeted to the ground, screaming.
My heart leapt to my throat. There was nothing I could do but hear her land with a thump.
Flora stopped screaming.
I was so scared that I wanted to turn my head to look at her, but I didn’t have the strength.
A few seconds later, Flora’s scratched up face suddenly appeared in my view. “Surprise! Happy to see me?”
I couldn’t speak. I just stared at her, my heart banging against my chest.
Flora squatted next to me and smiled. Her twinkling eyes curved up into crescent moons.
“I found you, Warren.”
Flora’s POV
Warren was lying in a pool of his own blood. He looked terrible.
I immediately set out to check his injuries. Both his legs and arms were broken and dislocated, and the back of his head was hemorrhaging. But the most severe injury seemed to be the wound on his chest, the main source of the bleeding. I didn’t dare to move him. I was scared that it’d only hurt him. After all, his internal organs were probably badly injured from falling from such a great height.
I didn’t know how long he had been lying here. Sand and leaves had stuck to his body, caked in blood.
At the thought of Warren lying here with wounds all over his body and waiting for death, I couldn’t help but feel inexplicably sad. Although he was no longer my prince charming, I never wanted something like this to happen to him.
“Warren, what the hell happened?” I asked in a low, trembling voice.
A werewolf as cautious as Warren couldn’t have possibly fallen off a cliff by accident.
Warren’s dry, cracked lips parted slightly and he whispered with difficulty, “T… Tom… pushed me.”
“I was always suspicious of that bastard! He said you left him alone! How dare he!” Anger and shock surged within me. Tom was our classmate. He had never interacted with Warren, let alone had a grudge against him. Why would he want to hurt Warren so cruelly?
Warren started to smile but then quickly winced in pain, as though the wound hurt because of his movement.
“You-don’t move!” At a loss, I ran my fingers through my hair anxiously. I wanted to ease his pain, but didn’t have a clue as to how.
Warren took a deep breath and said hoarsely, “Never mind that. How did you find me?”
“I searched in the direction you took,” I answered simply. “I was just about to give up when I saw footprints on the soil. Then I found your wooden sword by the edge of the cliff.”
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