"Is her physical vessel failing?" Theo demanded.
The doctor looked puzzled, checking his charts. "Technically, the shallow wounds and bruises should have begun to knit by now. An average member of the pack would be on their feet. But Ms. Thea’s internal essence is deteriorating... I suspect the k********g and the trauma have dealt a lethal blow to her psychological core."
Theo’s eyes darkened into shadowed abysses. "I knew it."
He returned to Thea’s ward. She was drifting, her eyes half-closed, but the moment she scented his approach, she feigned a deep slumber. Theo didn't speak. He simply sat, his sharp, protective gaze fixed on her pale, porcelain face.
Thea couldn't endure his silent, heavy presence for long. She cracked an eye open, meeting his piercing stare.
"Theodore... you’ve
