Abraham
I sat by her bed as the monitor beat steadily. It had been hours since the doctors had finished examining her and they did not know what was happening. That scared me more than knowing what was wrong. My hand gripped hers like a fragile object. Her skin felt smooth but cold and breakable. I was afraid she had exerted her limits. She was still human after all.
My wolf and I tried to reach out to her, but there was never any reply. She was not really in her body. Not completely. The pack doctor had decided she should remain monitored for a while in case there was any change to her condition, and I did not argue.
I had called my parents to let them know what had happened and they were relieved to hear the battle had been won and that I was alright. But their relief suddenly turne
