Amber gazed down at Liam fearfully, the machines in the hospital room endlessly beeping in the background. He lay deadly still, a white bandage across his chest, where it had been swiped with the claws of the spelled werewolf. The gash had turned a nasty shade of green, and Liam still hadn't woken up since the fight hours ago. He also wasn't healing like a vampire should.
John stepped up next to her, Annabeth by his side. She stared at them with tears in her eyes as they hugged her silently, Annabeth sobbing at the sight of her son on the hospital bed.
"Could the wolf tell you anything that might help" Amber asked hopefully.
John shook his head regretfully "he remembers going into the woods to investigate a noise while in human form, and then something hitting the back of his head. He m
