Crystal's POV:
Rufus was still deep in slumber by the time his temperature returned to normal. Then he began to talk in his sleep. I drew even closer to him, but I couldn't make out the words clearly. I thought I heard him say, "Who are you?"
I touched his forehead to make sure that he wasn't incurring another fever.
"Is Rufus dreaming of you?" Yana asked curiously.
I hesitated for a brief moment. "No way. If he dreams of me, it would be a nightmare. But he looks calm right now."
I still didn't understand how he got seriously injured. I sat up and stared at his back. There were several more scars I hadn't seen before. What the hell had happened to him in the last five years? Had he been throwing himself into danger all this time?
I touched the scars on his back and gently traced them with my fingers, sighing to myself.
I only had one simple wish in this life, and that was for Rufus and our children to always be healthy and safe. But now, it seemed that Rufus' position as the supreme leader of the werewolf race didn't do much; he was still constantly surrounded by danger.
I tried to calm myself and got up to prepare something to eat. Since Rufus still hadn't fully recovered yet, I left my clothes on his body. No one was here to see me, anyway.
I wandered around the cave naked and found an ideal piece of stone. With a bit of witchcraft, I smoothed its surface and created a deep pit at the center. Now I had a stone pot to cook with.
I arranged some twigs and branches over the fire, then fetched some water and set it on the pot. I put the fish in first, and then added the mushrooms. The mountain spring water was cool and sweet, adding a refreshing element to the dish.
Soon enough, the cave was filled with the aroma of food. I sneaked another bout of magic and made myself a wooden spoon to stir the soup with. Once it was cooked and cooled down, I carefully fed Rufus.
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