Malachi POV 11
I waited in the hall as Declan ushered me over to view one of the boys that had recovered. I had been woken up at about 3PM still glued to Adira on the couch, Declan insistently mind-linking me for the last ten minutes. I didn’t want to leave her warmth but he said it was urgent so I got dressed and drove down to the villa. The boy in question was a five foot, recently transformed, sixteen year old. He had curly black hair and greying eyes that drooped down his cheeks. After being out of it for two days he really looked run down. I assessed him through the two-way mirror of a different room that only had a chair and a small bed inside. He was stretched out on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Declan beckoned to me at the door and I slowly followed him inside. It broke my heart to see t
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