{Flashback}
Elizabeth spent three days caring for the dying wolf. He hadn't woken up yet, which meant his body was healing itself, or trying to. The wounds hadn't gotten any worse. But they hadn't gotten any better either. Still he was dying, not dead, so Elizabeth continued to care for him. Changing bandages and face clothes as much as she needed to.
His fever had left him drenched in sweat, so she'd been forced to bath him at least once a day, and change the bedsheets each time. It was very possible he was sweating out the toxins in his body, and she didn't want those toxins staying around.
It was the fourth day after she'd pulled him from the forest that the injured wolf started to stir.
Elizabeth darted to the other side of the house, near the front door. He was a strange wolf, sti
