Chapter 7 Hoarding Medicine

Eva's POV: I shifted into my wolf form, quickly ran down the stairs of my apartment, and headed to town to find the students' parents. I told them that the old lone wolf had passed away and that I wouldn't be able to teach their children hunting lessons for a long time. I hoped they could find a substitute in time and also settle the fees. Tutoring fees were settled biweekly, and these were well-off werewolf families. One of them even slipped me an extra 500 dollars. They also comforted me, telling me not to be too sad. After calculating, I realized I had a total of 6,000 dollars in hand. These parents were good to me, but they were overly social and indulgent. So I reminded them to stay vigilant—an exceptionally strong century-level hurricane was approaching soon. I told them to stock up on food and emergency medicine. Natural disasters were relentless, and the list of medicines alone filled three whole pages. Many of these drugs were not only expensive but also unavailable in regular pharmacies. I then ran to Hunter's house, a medical distributor in town. He had been my friend since childhood and was also a lone wolf. Wolftown didn't discriminate against lone wolves, so I had made quite a few friends here. "The wealthy new client needs this urgently. The delivery has to be made tonight. Do me a favor—give me the lowest price." Hunter glanced at the list I handed him, his brows furrowing instinctively. "Eva, this list of medicines is way too strange. Are you sure this isn't a joke?" "The cash is in my backpack. The client has only one request—the goods must be delivered at dusk, the moment the moon rises." I didn't have time for idle talk. I placed 50,000 from my backpack onto his table. There were too many supplies to prepare, and I couldn't afford to waste time with Hunter. Before leaving, I reminded him once again that the century-level hurricane was approaching and that he should make preparations. The sky grew darker, heavy clouds piling up as if they were about to crush the entire town. "Well, isn't this our dear friend Eva?" Just then, Elizabeth's voice rang out behind me. I turned to see her walking into Hunter's pharmacy with George. "My God, Eva, why are you buying so much medicine from Mr. Hunter? Are you dying or something?" Now that I knew Elizabeth's true identity as a witch, her words instantly irritated me. Was she cursing me? I shot Elizabeth a furious glare. Hunter, hearing what she said, quickly explained, "Oh no, Eva is just here to restock." "Restock?" George eyed me curiously before continuing, "Are you planning to open a pharmacy or something?" "Uhm ... " I initially wanted to say it was none of their business, but then I realized that if my attitude toward them changed too suddenly, Isabella might get suspicious. "A super hurricane is coming soon, and there might be heavy rains afterward. I just want to stock up on some medicine at home," I answered truthfully. Of course, I knew full well that even if I told them the apocalypse was coming, they probably wouldn't believe me. No—Elizabeth might. Witches had an innate magical sense that allowed them to foresee upcoming events. "My god, you're spending money hoarding medicine? Are you insane? Don't forget, we werewolves have some level of self-healing ability," George scoffed, looking at me as if I were a fool. "Eva, you're overthinking this. It's just a bit of strong wind and some rain. Seeing you panic-buying supplies like this makes you look awfully timid for a werewolf." In the early stages of a disaster, a werewolf's healing ability was indeed useful. But as time dragged on, when food became scarce, they wouldn't even have the strength to shift—let alone heal themselves. Elizabeth probably wasn't worried about an ordinary hurricane or heavy rain. But she had no idea that the true catastrophe wouldn't come from nature. It would come from her own kind—a curse upon this world, dooming all species to wither and die together. That was why, when disaster struck, the witches were the first to perish. In the previous timeline, Elizabeth had survived as long as she did only because my crystal pendant had protected her. "Eva, you should be thinking about getting Isabella a birthday gift right now. Or better yet, just give her your pendant." George brought it up again. So that was why they'd been following me. It was because they wanted my pendant. I was genuinely curious. Why did Elizabeth want my crystal pendant so badly, yet she hadn't tried to steal it by force or use her magic to take it? It seemed like she wanted me to give it to her willingly. "I said no!" I snapped, pretending to be angry. My white fur began to emerge. They should know that meant a clear sign of a werewolf's rising fury. I looked at Elizabeth. Her face darkened, her expression twisting with barely contained anger. She was clearly furious but forced herself to endure it. "Forget about getting my crystal pendant." I waited for her to lose control. If she snapped, I could expose her true identity right here in the middle of the street.