Chapter 198 The Outskirts of Sineville


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    ording to the intel provided by the me Pack’s alpha, once the virus broke out in Sineville, all roads leading out of the town were blocked. That meant no werewolf could drive out–only those on foot could leave. And any werewolf who managed to leave on foot was clearly uninfected.


    Because once infected, the first symptom was a three–day high fever. Then came the worst part:plete disconnection from the wolf form. The infected couldn’t shift. So there was no way any of them could have walked out on their own. And healthy werewolves? They wouldn’t risk their lives carrying a dying one on their backs.


    Even if someone tried, without full medical support, the jolt from a single step could kill a sick werewolf instantly.


    Bottom line: the ones who made it out were fine. The ones who didn’t… were waiting to die.


    “Be careful, Miss,” Yardley warned softly.


    I nodded and walked forward, only to see a crowd of people lingering outside the town like refugees. It wasn’t hard to guess–they’d been driven out by the healthy ones still inside.


    We hadn’t gone far when I spotted a filthy–faced boy standing at a corner, staring at us with wide, hungry eyes. When he saw the werewolf guards, he hesitated. But when his gazended


    his eyes lit up.


    on me,


    He ran toward us. “Miss, please, give me something to eat!”


    “Back off!” one of the werewolf warriors barked, stepping in front of me. They didn’t hit him, just pushed him back, but the boy didn’t give up. He kept running alongside us.


    “My mom’s starving! Please, just a little food! I’m begging you!”


    “Please…”


    He sobbed as he ran, stumbling, falling, scraping himself raw on the rough ground, only to climb back


    up


    and keep following us. The warriors stayed harsh with their tone, but they didn’t strike him. They pitied him. That much was clear.


    I stopped walking and gestured for him toe closer,


    The boy’s face lit up with surprise. He ran toward me quickly, but kept a careful distance. He didn’t reach for my clothes. He was excited, but cautious.


    “Miss…”


    He looked up at me with hopeful eyes. I asked, “Did they push all the sick out of the town?”


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    The boy nodded. “The people inside said we’d kill them, so they threw us out. Please, can I have something to eat…”


    “How are things for you out here? Are there many survivors?”


    He shook his head. Sorrow filled his eyes. “Not many. The ones who get sick can’t shift. They can’t heal from injuries either. Most of them die after a few days. When they die… they get burned.”


    He hesitated, then added, “My mom’s getting worse too. She used to shift into this big, beautiful wolf. But now she just lies there. She’s getting skinnier and weaker. She can’t even walk anymore…”


    I understood that kind of pain–the helplessness of watching your once–strong body deteriorate overnight, powerless to stop it. For any werewolf who prided themselves on. strength, it was a kind of death long before the end came.


    “I understand.”


    I sighed and reached out to gently pat his head. “But if I give you food now, someone else will just take it from you. Here’s what we’ll doter tonight, bring all the family members of the infected to the big tree up ahead. I’ll distribute food to everyone there.”


    “Really?!” The boy’s eyes lit up again.


    “Really.”


    “Thank you!” He turned and ran, going from tent to tent, house to house, spreading the word.


    Yardley looked uneasy. “Miss, we don’t know how many werewolves are out here. I’m not sure we brought enough supplies.”


    I frowned. “Tell the local authorities to buy more. Put it on Alpha Henry’s tab. They won’t say


    no.”


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