CHAPTER 130
AUTHOR'S POV
A minute later, Wilson is seated on his chair, gasping for air from the shock and what he just faced.
The werewolf had managed to use his teeth to tear through Wilson's flesh with such terrifying force and speed, leaving behind a deep and jagged laceration on the side of Wilson's neck.
And immediately the werewolf did that, that was when the substance kicked in, and it fell back to the bed weak, but Wilson noticed the smirk on its face as it became weak.
It killed the rabbit, but not the werewolf. Obviously, the substance was made for the werewolf making it hard for the rabbit to be able to contain it so we could say that, the rabbit dying would mean the substance will work on the werewolf which it did but not without a price.
The price that Wilson was currently suffering from.
Wilson checked his would, and it was ragged and irregular, with torn edges that gaped open to reveal underlying tissues, "Fuck, Fuck, FUCKKKKK!", Wilson exclaimed angrily from pain.
Blood gushed forth from the wound in a torrential cascade, which stained his clothing as the crimson liquid spilled from the torn flesh, pulsing with each rapid heart beat.
Wilson tried controlling the blood as he put on his laptop, he had not thought about getting hurt and had no idea what to do about his neck. He did not want to make the mistake of using a normal kit just in case it might cause more harm as he just got, I suppose, beaten by a werewolf.
The werewolf's savage attack has exposed the layers of muscle, sinew, and blood vessels beneath Wilson's skin, creating a gruesome tableau of anatomical destruction.
The werewolf really was not playing when he had the intention of killing Wilson when he lunged for his neck.
As Wilson did his research, his body convulsed with shock and agony as the searing pain of the injury courses through his nervous system. He had some towel on his neck, pressing on it, trying to stop the blood flow, waves of intense discomfort radiated from the site of the wound, causing Wilson to feel dizzy and disoriented as adrenaline flooded his system.
The injury on Wilson's neck was visibly devastating, with torn flesh and exposed tissue.
He had finally found something and quickly rushed to his aid. It was not too far from human treatment. It was said that there were different ways of treating such injury and still if a human, the person will have to monitor him or herself even after treatment.
"Well let's get you treated first and see how it goes," Wilson said through pain.
He grimaced as he removed the small towel, which was now soaked with blood, as he examined the deep, jagged laceration on his neck and the blood that was oozing from the torn flesh. With a steady hand, he poured antiseptic solution onto a sterile gauze pad, wincing as the cool liquid stung the raw edge of the wound, "Fffffffuckkk!"
He went gentle but firmly as he began to cleanse the area around the bite, using firm and circular motions to remove any dirt, debris, or traces of the werewolf's saliva.
As the antiseptic solution came into contact with Wilson's open wound, his jaw clenched in response to the searing pain that radiated from his neck.
He watched the werewolf with anger, the werewolf who stared at him weakly as a weak smile was on its face. Wilson focused his anger at the werewolf, gritting his teeth and fighting against the urge to flinch, wanting to cleanse this wound despite the pain and discomfort it caused him.
With the wound now cleansed to the best of his ability, Wilson went on to retrieve a vial antibiotic and a syringe from his medical kit. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he drew the appropriate dosage of antibiotics and added a little something into the syringe, his hands steady despite the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins.
He pressed the needle against his skin, administering the injection into the injury itself.
But he stopped before he administered it, taking a break to take a deep breath.
After some minutes he nodded, got another clean towel and a bit on it, and then he proceeded to administer the injection straight into the wound.
As the injection came in contact with the wound, piercing into it, Wilson screamed against the towel, he was already sweating profusely, the pain was so intense, he thought he would pass out, the cool liquid entering into his bloodstream, whatever.
Immediately he was done, he dropped the injection, groaning with his eyes closed.
"Last steps, and I'm done," he said to himself as he carefully applied a layer of antibiotic ointment to the cleaned wound, ensuring thorough coverage of the injured area.
"You think it is funny right?", he asked the werewolf who was chuckling but still weak, "You will know funny soon," Wilson threatened and within him, he was bound to make that threat come true.
He selected a sterile dressing from his medical supplies and gently placed it over the bite wound, securing it in place with adhesive tape.
With a final glance, he nodded in satisfaction and decided to relax a bit after gulping down a cold bottle of water, throwing death stares at the werewolf who basked in Wilson's pain.
While all these were happening, Lady Montana had taken Zendaya out to the market to get some supplies.
Lady Montana had insisted that she would go with Zendaya, stroll out, get some stuff only for Zendaya's attention to be taken away as her mother was invested in the selection of things they were checking at one shop.
Zendaya had tried resisting the urge, but suddenly, she found herself going towards whatever it was that was drawing her to come.
That scent. She sniffed as she kept walking, entering places in the marker, still sniffing, "what was that scent? I can't stop myself from wanting to know what…why can't I control," Zendaya said to herself as she kept sniffing, her legs moving her to…she supposed the place that such an amazing scent was coming from.
Only for Zendaya to come in contact with him, it was a boy, "Mate," Zendaya whispered, wide eyes and excited.
But all that disappeared when she got closer to him, only to find out that…
Zendaya blinked confused.