Thomas POV
I coughed up blood again, taking my handkerchief from the bedside table. Mom had retired for the night and my sisters as well, I promised them all I would see them in the morning; something that I wasn’t sure I could keep.
The doctor had came again this morning after my dad had left, drawing blood and doing more scans with his portable equipment. He had said the tumors looked like to have started to form in my lungs, making my breathing more difficult. I scoffed a little to myself. The very thing keeping me alive right now was also killing me.
My wolf side, Hallow, was fighting the tumors at every turn. Any time I shifted though, or even slightly shifted for that matter, the tumors got worse. Cancer was a b***h way to go as a werewolf, and I was the unlucky one in ten million
