Drops of dew fell on the grass, Iris rolled over and winced. She felt her elbows scuff from jumping while dragging Morgan with her teleportation. Litzy, in the form of a mouse, was standing on the grass, she was moving restlessly.
"Morgan."
Iris sighed, she crawled over to Morgan, who didn't move from where she was. She touched Morgan forehead and winced in surprise when she felt a bone-chilling chill.
Iris panicked for a moment, her heart pounding in fear.
"Morgan!"
Morgan's face was as pale as a corpse. His eyes were tightly shut and sweat was pouring down his body, his breathing weakened and his heart rate started to slow down, Iris took a towel out of her magic pouch and wiped Morgan's face shakily.
Morgan can't be sick, along the way, Iris relies on him. This Werewolf had unwittingly protected her a lot.
