The pack hospital was like an asylum of chaos. People moving back and forth from ward to ward. It was a place I detested, and one that filled me with a greater sense of dread that was difficult to describe. It reminded me so desperately of losing Gabrielle, and I avoided the place as much as I could. The sense of loss attached to the building was indescribable, but something had made me follow the doctor and Hudson as they took Mari there. The she-wolf had still yet to stir from her unconsciousness.
I had lost all sense of time once I had stepped inside the place I detested so greatly. Draven, though silent, was pacing incessantly within my mind, and it was becoming almost as unbearable as the overpoweringly clinically sterile stench the hospital radiated. Doctor Lowe had rushed through
