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I stood by the window in the early morning, gazing at the drizzle outside. Werewolves didn’t easily feel cold, but I knew if we ran into our father suspiciously drenched by the rain, they would have questions. We had to return before anyone learned where we had been. Bruce changed the IV bag for the older Omega, ensuring she was still being taken care of, but there had been no improvement in her condition. She seemed worse than ever.
“What do you think her chances are?” I whispered.
“About zero,” he murmured, making sure Ana didn’t hear us.
I shared the same sentiment. Her mother was not getting any better, and seeing someone in such a state didn’t bode well.
“That’s what I feared,” I sighed. “What will we do if she…?”
“Take care of Ana,” he reminded me.
“No, I know, but eve
