~Alive~
~Devon~
The sky was dark and the air, chilly when I arrived at Greywoods pack. I didn't stop to rest—I drove straight to the hospital. Ryder's condition was uncertain the last I checked, and the urgency in Orion's voice made my mind imagine worse case scenarios.
Pushing the ward door, I froze.
Ryder was leaning on a plain, white pillow, clutching a silver spoon with his mouth slightly parted. His lower body was covered with a thick blanket, and a silver tray with a bowl resting on his legs. He held a small smile on his lips as he stared at a curly haired, lean kid sitting on his bed side. Their hearty laughter filled my ears and a heavy sigh I didn't know I was holding in left my insides.
He is alive.
He was no longer in a coma.
I took slow strides towards the Alpha, cl
