Molly
I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped together, trying to steady my breathing.
Everything that just happened keeps replaying in my head.
The gun. The wolves. The blood.
Levy.
I shut my eyes briefly and exhale.
The door opens and I look up.
Charles walks in, holding a glass of water. He comes over and hands it to me without a word.
I take it. “Thank you.”
He gives me a small smile and sits beside me. “Are you alright?” he asks.
I nod and take a sip of the water. “Yeah. I’m just… worried about Amber.”
“She’s going to wake up soon,” he says calmly. “Don’t stress. Eric is with her.”
I sigh, staring down at the glass in my hands. “She must have been so shocked.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I just hope she doesn’t freak out when she wakes up.”
A small smile tugs at my lips be
