Hope POV
"Liam," my voice shakes as I address the big black wolf in the hospital room, my body automatically moving towards him, my eyes taking in the various machines that he is hooked up to. "Liam?" I whisper.
King Julian looks grave. "I'm afraid that he's still unconscious. The machines are monitoring his vital signs and his brain activity."
Brain activity? Did that mean that he had been injured far worse than I thought? Was he now brain dead? King Julian saw the panicked expression on my face.
"It means they are monitoring him because he's unconscious, nothing more. So fa,r there had been no indication of permanent brain damage," he said shrewdly.
Thank god. I took hold of the large paw in front of me and turned to regard the King with a questioning look on my face. "Shouldn't
