"What happened to you?" Bai Qingqing walked to Shuu's side and noticed a shallow cut on his shoulders. She guessed he had grazed his shoulder against the tree when he was trying to rescue her.
The black wolf looked up at Bai Qingqing, gentleness in his eyes. The wolf on the ground rapidly extended his body and transformed into the strong and robust body of a young male. Without the cover from his fur, the wound on his shoulder was now clear at a glance—there was an unnatural purplish-black color on his bloody wound.
Bai Qingqing reached out to touch the wound, but Shuu grabbed her hand to stop her from doing so.
"Don't touch… there's poison…" Shuu panted with his mouth open. Yet, it seemed as though no matter how much air he took in it wasn't enough. His face had turned purplish by now.
Parker was stunned.
