Natalia
I stare disbelievingly at the sight before my eyes.
The former Alpha, Cardan’s Father, lays immobile in the hospital bed.
An unrecognizable version of the male I used to remember.
It’s far from an exaggeration to say he’s aged tragically these past few years, and in such a short amount of time has now become a ghost of his former self.
It’s a barely distant memory, of how proud he stood as Alpha King, exuding the type of power deemed scarce in the werewolf realm, making fellow wolves cower in the wake of his shadow.
But the male before me now might not even be able to tell whether it’s day or night.
He’s alive, but… barely.
Dozens of wires and tubes keep him attached to the machines surrounding his bed, beeping rhythmically with each rise and fall of his chest. His s
