Two weeks.
It had been that long since I'd seen Belle. Oh, I knew where she was- in a bed at the pack hospital - and I knew her current status. But I couldn't see her.
She refused to see me, I should say.
That night kept replaying over and over in my head, like a bad movie. One I never wanted to watch again, but was seered into the tissues of my brain.
I'd carried Belle to the hospital, and stayed with her right up until they wheeled her in for emergency surgury; I don't think the girl realized how bad her injury was. The pair of sweats I'd worn that night had gone right to the trash, completely soaked through with her blood. I'd stayed throughout the surgury, constantly asking for an update. It was the first time in years I could remember feeling scared. And that was how Cassie found
