Roberta POV
The smell of disinfectant hit my nose as I woke up. I felt so empty, and alone, my wolf was whimpering in my head, and I knew Drew was gone. This was the worst feeling ever, the place that he filled was devoid of feelings, just a space in my heart.
'Good, you are awake. Let me get the doctor and inform the king.' A nurse left me lying in bed. I watched her leave and wondered what to do with my life now that my purpose in life had changed.
The doctor came in, a tall, handsome man in his thirties, though as a werewolf he could have been much older.
'We gave you some medication to keep you alive. If we had not, you would have died too.' He did not need to say who had died, I already knew he was gone, and walking around on eggshells would not bring him back.
'How did he die?'
