*Knock Knock
Miller knocked the door of Jacob William's room after using his X-ray. Miller had seen that Jacob was now awake. He didn't understand why Jacob was in such a deep sleep earlier. But it looked like he was really exhausted to be able to sleep that deep.
The doors were opened and when Miller looked at Jacob he almost laughed again. Jacob's eyes were still weary and he had struggled to get out of bed. He was only wearing boxers, and some dried spit could be seen, leaving a funny mark from his mouth to his ear.
Miller couldn't help but chuckle, although he had seen it. It wasn't that clear due to his X-ray Vision being at Level 2 and thus he didn't know how much funny it looked in real life.
"What do you want." Jacob said in a rude tone to Miller.
Miller stopped laughing, he felt like maybe his laugh might have offended Jacob, but in reality, Jacob wasn't offended; he just wanted to get some rest.
"May i come inside." Miller said. "I am sorry for laughing, i really need to speak to you."
"You may come in. But you wouldn't spend much time here." Jacob said. "I need to rest."
The real reason why Jacob was weak was because he had been studying all night. His roommates - Lucas and Christopher who were both Werewolves like him didn't understand why he needed to do a research. Jacob was researching if Vampires had an easier way to be killed other than the way his Pack knew of.
Jacob's room was neatly arranged. His roommates weren't in the room currently and it was the perfect time for Miller to ask him the question that had been bugging him ever since.
"Jacob." Miller started. "I know we aren't that close. But I don't see anybody i can ask this apart from you."
"What really happened to the Vampires?" Miller asked.
This was a question Jacob had expected Miller to ask someday, but in reality, he didn't expect Miller to ask him. He thought maybe Miller would have asked any of the park members mostly Alexander Reynolds or Sophie Smith and not him. They weren't even close.
The real reason why Miller came to ask him was because Miller felt a little comfortable with Jacob around that the other Werewolves. Jessica who always looked at him with a wicked eye like she was about to eat him alive always gave him the chills. Benjamin was always angry. He was the hot head.
Jacob and Sophie were his only options, and he had finally decided to ask Jacob because Jacob was closer to him in age than the others. Jacob was around Twenty One Years old, while Miller is currently Eighteen.
"Why didn't you ask the others." Jacob complained. "I have nothing to tell you."
"But I wanted...." Miller couldn't complete his sentence because Jacob had just snapped.
Jacob rude reply was: "Alexander was the one who promised to tell you what happened after the Full Moon Night and not me."
Miller knew that what Jacob had just said was true, but Miller wasn't comfortable around Alexander Reynolds either.
"Why don't you use your MNEMOKINESIS SKILL to get the information from him." The system said.
It was like The System knew what miller was thinking. When Jacob had told Miller to leave him alone. That was the first thought that entered Miller's head.
Jacob was the weakest in the entire pack and Miller had defeated him before and now he was in Level 9. He was way Stronger than before due to Levelling up. He also knew Jacob wouldn't easily let him touch his forehead especially since the last time he did that (Chapter 130-133) Jacob didn't like it.
Miller didn't want any little fight especially know that he wasn't healing and his HP was gradually reducing.
"Why is your right hand in your pocket?" Jacob asked.
Jacob noticed that Miller kept his right hand in his hoddie pocket while they were talking. He didn't understand why, but he could smell blood and it was dry blood.
Miller had kept his right hand in the hoodie even when he fought with those three boys earlier. Jacob with his super smell could smell human blood that was dry.
The truth is Miller's injury, although it didn't heal, the blood had stopped pouring.
"Let me see that." Jacob dragged Miller's hand from his pocket.
On a normal day, Miller would have been able to stop him. But since his HP was reducing, he was getting weaker by the hour.
Jacob had removed Miller's hand from his sweater's pocket. Jacob's eyes widened in shock as he saw Miller right hand and he said:
"Miller. What's wrong." He said in a worried tone. "You are not healing."
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