Celia
It has only been half a day from when Healer Anderson and I last spoke. Our conversation has left me feeling even more confused than resolute. If I truly were the missing Lycan princess, what would that mean for my future?
I slip through the closing hospital doors and run up the stairs to where Healer Anderson is known to have his rounds at this time of the day. I slip against the floor, immediately apologizing to the nurse I crash into, and walk down the hall, fixing my hair.
“Healer Anderson!” I call out his name from down the hall. I rush towards him, urgency laced in every step I take.
“Celia?” He asks with a perked up eyebrow. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it half an hour before your shift?”
“Yes, it is!” I breathe out, trying to catch my breath. “I’ve been thinking about
