Brock –
I was at a loss, seeing Melania curled up in a fetal position, sobbing and claiming that she was responsible for the deaths. It all seemed like a jumble of repressed memories coming to the surface. I immediately reached out to the pack doctor, sharing my concern about Melania's state.
When the doctor arrived, he administered a sedative to calm her. The male EMTs brought a gurney, but I refused to let them touch her. I cradled her, whispering words of comfort and reassurance, refusing to leave her side. As we rode in the ambulance, Melania lay curled up, looking distant and tearful, and I could sense that even her wolf, Anastacia, was in turmoil.
At the hospital, I carefully placed Melania on the bed and lay down beside her while we waited for the pack psychiatrist. I held her c
