Phoenix
How long was I supposed to wander around like this?
In this state, I had no idea how much time had passed. The clock on the wall in my hospital room looked blurry—just like every other clock in this damn hospital. Lucky me. While werewolves could usually count their age with precision, I was stuck in the dark about it.
All I could do was roam the halls. I saw human patients, most of them covered in blood from car accidents—maybe kind of like how I looked yesterday, except, well, I was a werewolf. I also saw families collapsing in grief after getting bad news about loved ones who didn’t make it. It was the kind of tragedy that happened every day around here.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care. The truth was—I couldn’t feel anything at all. But this place, it gave me just enough clarit
