"Blake, honey, come on, you can't be serious," I looked at him, confused and concerned. Did he get posioned and was hallucinating? No, no that couldn't be it. I'd touched him multiple times. I would have healed him and felt it. However, I couldn't wrap my head around what he was saying. It was impossible, wasn't it?
He walked back over to the bed, sitting down on it. Dust puffed up into the air when he did. "When that she wolf that attacked me," he began, folding his hands together. "At first I thought that itwas her, but then I started second guessing myself. I started thinking that I had to be wrong. I mean, she's dead. She's supposed to be dead," his voice was low as he spoke. "I started thinking that maybe I was just so angry at her, at my Dad, for letting what happened to me happen,
