Elena’s POV:
“I...I can’t remember,” I stammered.
“You mean—” Rachael began, but her words were cut short by the sudden appearance of the doctor. He looked as if he’d rushed down the hall, his white coat slightly rumpled. Without a word, he moved straight to me, gently touching various areas of my body.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, concern etching his brow.
“Not great,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.
He bent down, pried open my eyelids, checked my scalp, then ran his fingers lightly over my forehead. A deep frown creased his face as he straightened.
“Your body is still healing. When you were brought in, you were in critical condition. The damage was severe, and without your wolf, your healing is much slower.” He explained.
“Doctor, I think she’s lost some of her memory,” Rac
