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Fiona flashed a shy smile and suddenly said, “I know you, your name is Hazel.”

Hazel paused, not sure how Fiona could recognize her.

“Yes, I’m Hazel. How are you feeling?” Hazel was more concerned about Fiona’s injuries and why they hadn’t healed yet.

“I don’t feel anything, and these wounds don’t hurt.” Fiona replied, pressing her fingers against the wounds. Her expression remained unchanged.

“They don’t hurt?” Hazel furrowed her brows, finding this highly unusual.

While Fiona’s injuries weren’t fatal, they were substantial wounds, yet she claimed they didn’t hurt. Furthermore, the wounds hadn’t healed, which was definitely a problem. Hazel wasn’t certain about the peculiar condition. She had never encountered such delayed healing in a werewolf.

Fiona shook her head. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“What about your family?” Eloise inquired.

When they found injured individuals during their patrols, they would take them to the medical room within the patrol area and use mind link to inform the guard team to take over. The guards would also notify the injured person’s family. However, Eloise hadn’t seen anyone accompanying Fiona since she arrived in the medical room. It was just Fiona alone in the spacious room.

The mention of her family brought a pained expression to Fiona’s face. Her eyes reddened, as if she could burst into tears at any moment.

“My parents both died in a battle before. I don’t have any other family left,” Fiona said.

Hazel and Eloise were stunned. They hadn’t expected Fiona to have lost both her parents.

“I’m so sorry, Fiona. I shouldn’t have brought up your painful memories,” Eloise consoled her. For some reason, when Eloise looked at Fiona, she couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

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Hazel was about to speak when she saw Rankin enter, followed by several robust members of the guard team. Parrish wasn’t with them, indicating he had other tasks to handle.

Rankin, upon seeing Fiona in her bed, noted that she didn’t seem to have significant problems. However, her wounds hadn’t healed.

“Fiona, how are you feeling?” Rankin inquired.

“I feel fine,” Fiona replied. Her appearance didn’t reflect that of an injured person.

“We checked your information, and we learned about your parents. They’ve passed away,” Rankin’s face showed a trace of sympathy. “So we’ve arranged for staff to take care of you and will inform us when you wake up.”

Fiona nodded and then smiled, “Thank you. If it weren’t for all of you, I might have died in the forest.”

Hazel observed Fiona. Her story was indeed quite pitiful, but there was no sign of sadness in Fiona’s eyes, as if her parents’ death hadn’t affected her at all.

Hazel thought of a word: insincere.

But why did she feel that Fiona’s demeanor appeared somewhat insincere?

“This is what we should do,” Eloise responded to Fiona’s words.

“Hazel, Eloise, thank you,” Fiona’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “I’ve never really had any friends. You make me feel like I have good friends.”

“We help anyone who’s injured,” Hazel said, staring directly at Fiona, but Fiona’s face showed no signs of deception.

Fiona didn’t respond further; she just continued to smile.

“Fiona, can you tell us how you got injured now?” Rankin’s expression was serious. A lot had been happening in the town recently, and he needed to be cautious.

“That day, I was taking a walk in the forest when suddenly, I encountered a woman. She attacked me, and then I passed out,” Fiona said, looking at Rankin. Fear flickered in her eyes, and it seemed like she was still scared of what had happened that day.

“A woman?” Rankin questioned, thinking it might be an important lead.

“Yes, I didn’t know her, and I feel she didn’t belong to our Pack,” Fiona’s voice grew louder as she urgently tried to convey what had occurred to everyone present.

Hazel stared at Fiona, feeling that Fiona’s reaction was a bit strange. It was as though she was eagerly trying to assure everyone that the attacker wasn’t someone from their Pack. However, if Fiona didn’t know the person, it didn’t necessarily mean they weren’t from the Pack; perhaps Fiona simply wasn’t acquainted with them.

“Did she have any distinctive features? That would help in our search,” Rankin asked with a serious expression, leaving no room for missed details.

“I can’t remember,” Fiona lowered her head, concealing her emotions.

“Why did she attack you then?” Hazel pressed to the crux of the matter.

“I don’t know. I swear I was just out for a walk,” Fiona replied. Hearing this, she raised her head and looked at Hazel, her face filled with confusion.

Hazel hoped she was mistaken. She didn’t want to misjudge an innocent person.

“So, what about your injuries?” Rankin looked at Fiona, also noticing something peculiar.

Werewolves possessed powerful healing abilities, and typically, they would recover within one or two hours after being injured. But Fiona’s injuries showed no signs of improvement, and that raised questions. Were these normal wounds?

As the leader of the guard team, Rankin had witnessed many bizarre occurrences while accompanying Alpha. He remained skeptical of Fiona’s injuries, wondering if the woman who attacked her had used something to prevent her wounds from healing, and what her intentions might be.

“I don’t know. At first, there was some pain, but now I feel nothing. It doesn’t hurt, but it hasn’t healed either,” fear appeared on Fiona’s face as she began to feel that something was amiss. She didn’t understand what was happening.

“Don’t worry, Fiona, we’re going to help you,” Eloise consoled Fiona, appearing genuinely frightened.

“Maybe we should inform Cyril,” Hazel suggested. This was no longer something they could handle. They needed to find out why Fiona’s wounds wouldn’t heal, or else, Hazel feared there might be further consequences for the town. This was certainly not just Fiona’s problem.

Rankin looked at Hazel, her gaze unwavering and resolute. Perhaps that was the right course of action.

“I’ll report this to Alpha. Fiona, you need to stay here,” Rankin glanced at Fiona again, and he would assign guards to protect her.

As for the woman, he needed to conduct a thorough investigation.

“Thank you all,” Fiona smiled again.

Hazel withdrew her gaze from Fiona. Fiona’s emotional shifts were rapid, one moment she was fearful and worried, the next she was smiling, as though these events had no real impact on her.

“We’ll come back to see you tomorrow,” Eloise smiled at Fiona. She couldn’t help but feel a lot of sympathy for her, and she wanted to show Fiona some extra care.

“Thank you, Eloise.” Fiona locked eyes with Eloise, and her brown eyes began to dart around.

Hazel gently held Eloise’s hand and pulled her away from Fiona’s bedside. Hazel wasn’t entirely sure why she felt compelled to do this, but her instincts told her it was the right move.

“Fiona, maybe you should get some more rest,” Hazel looked at Fiona, her expression filled with concern. She genuinely cared about Fiona as a person, but something about Fiona’s behavior felt strange to her. She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

“Then I’ll continue resting, and you both should head back early,” Fiona nodded and then slowly closed her eyes. She appeared genuinely asleep.

Hazel and Eloise exchanged a glance and quietly left the hospital room.

As soon as Hazel and Eloise were confirmed to be gone, Fiona lying in her bed suddenly opened her eyes and gazed at the ceiling with an eerie smile.

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