I mechanically repeated the CPR and mouth-to-mouth procedures, the werewolf strength surging inside me nearly depleted.

My hands began to tremble, and cold sweat trickled down my forehead, but I couldn’t stop.

The surrounding noise gradually quieted, and even Jevon, who had just been revived, was watching me quietly from the side.

After a while, he probably realized there was no hope left. As a werewolf, he was especially sensitive to the life force of his pack, and he could sense that Nydia’s life force was fading. He took a step forward, extending his hand towards me, his tone tinged with reluctance: “Enough... she’s already...”

“Cough, cough...”

Before he could...