Mr. Greg let out a long sigh. “The younger generation really is something... Fine, I’ll leave Wesley to you.” Even so, he couldn’t help asking, “How do you know Raven? You’re his student?” “I ran into him by chance while studying abroad.” I wasn’t planning to explain much. My mind was fully occupied with how to heal Wesley. “For the next few days, none of you should come visit Wesley. Even if you do, watch from behind the glass—don’t get close. His wounds are fragile right now. One careless touch and they’ll get infected.” “Then where should we go now?” “Go home. Once I’ve healed him, you can come back.” Mr. Greg glanced at Wesley through the room window one more time, then finally nodded reluctantly. “Alright, everyone head back.” The Imperial Pack people all left in a grand procession. Only Trent stayed, sitting down beside me. “Why aren’t you leaving?” I turned and looked at him curiously. Trent stared at my face and blanked for a moment. “Because I want to stay with... Wesley.” “Alright, I guess I misunderstood you earlier.” Trent looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” “To be honest, I didn’t have a great impression of you before. I thought you were the type who seemed gentle on the outside but had a dark side underneath. I didn’t expect you to be such a good friend.” As I finished speaking, I saw Trent’s face flush red in an instant. I couldn’t help but laugh. “And you’re actually pretty easy to embarrass. One compliment and you blush?” Trent looked even more flustered, scratching his head, completely at a loss. “Don’t smile at me like that. You’re making it look like you have a crush on me.” He blurted out, “I do.” I froze.What the hell? I was just joking—why’d he take it seriously? Trent seemed to realize he’d said the wrong thing and quickly laughed it off. “Why are you so quiet? I was just joking. There’s someone I actually like.” “Good.” I let out a long breath. Just then, I noticed Wesley’s fingers twitch slightly. He was starting to wake up. “Wesley should be coming to soon. Let’s go in and check on him.” Honestly, I was worried he might spiral after waking up and realizing what happened to his back. “Okay.” The two of us changed into sterile gowns and stepped inside. Wesley’s brows were tightly furrowed, his forehead drenched in sweat. It made my chest ache. Even with a werewolf’s strong physique, burns from sulfuric acid were excruciating. His fingers were still trembling in a steady rhythm. I stepped forward and gently held his hand. The next second, like a miracle, Wesley slowly opened his eyes. His back was badly burned, so they’d padded the bed thickly with down. But even with that, any movement made him break into a sweat from the pain. “Wesley, are you okay?” Seeing how much effort it took him just to open his eyes made my chest tighten. “I’m fine. Not dead yet.” Wesley forced a smile through the pain. “Don’t worry. I’ll heal your back. I promise it’ll be exactly the same as before.” Still as proud as ever, Wesley gave a crooked smile. “I don’t need that. I’m a werewolf. So what if I have scars on my back?” “Yeah, yeah. Relax. I’ll fix you up and I’ll deal with whoever threw that acid too.” I thought of that figure who fled with the acid bucket that day, and fury burned in my chest. I’d just arrived in Capital City—I hadn’t had time to make any enemies. Narrowing down suspects wouldn’t be hard. “You can start with Wendy. We just pissed her off. She probably hates our guts by now.” Even though he was still in pain, Wesley was calm enough to analyze things.“Wendy... I doubt she’s got the guts. Whitemoon Pack’s more likely.” I narrowed my eyes, remembering Wendy’s pathetic little retreat. A cold smile tugged at my lips. Whitemoon Pack, huh? Ballsy. “You don’t need to stress about it. Imperial Pack will investigate. I’m hurt this bad—there’s no way Grandpa’s letting this slide.” Was this what they meant by the confidence of the Goldberg heir? Something happens and people jump in to fix it? Must be nice. I let out a soft snort. “That’s you. I’m me. I’m finding the bastard myself and making him pay.” After chatting a little more, Wesley said he was getting sleepy and shooed us out. I planned to head back to the Imperial Pack and ask Mr. Greg for some medicinal herbs. The Goldberg family was powerful and wealthy—they could probably get anything I needed. Trent watched me, deep in thought. “You heading home? I’ll give you a ride.” I shook my head. “No need. I’ve got something else to do. You go ahead.” Trent was respectful of boundaries. He didn’t push, just nodded and walked off. As I stepped out into the hospital corridor, a familiar figure caught my eye. Aiden stood outside the hospital, cigarette in hand, smoking one after another. Ash had already piled up around his feet.