In Galathia Pack, Julian Chase lay unconscious for three days and nights. At last, his fingers twitched.
Lydia Pearl's soft sobs faltered, her eyes sparking with hope. "Healer! Healer! His fingers moved!"
The wolf on the hospital bed stirred, his brows knitting as he cracked open his eyes, disturbed by her voice. Lydia, seeing him awake, threw herself onto him, her voice breaking. "Julian, you're finally awake! I was scared to death… The healers said if you didn't wake today, you might never wake up!"
Julian's head throbbed, her words grating on his nerves. He pushed the she-wolf away, his face tight with irritation. "Who are you?"
Lydia's cries stopped cold. Her hand froze mid-wipe, tears clinging to her lashes as she stared, stunned. "Julian, you… you don't know me? I'm Lydia!"
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