My hands shook as I read the results again, and again, and again. I must have read the sheet a hundred times over. How was that possible? The shock and horror must have been clear on my face, because the Alpha cut in to say, "I've had it for about three years. It's weakening my connection with my wolf, making it more and more difficult to phase. I didn't want anyone here to know, so I went to a human doctor. Apparently, I have an aggressive breed of cancer that should have killed me a few months after I was diagnosed. The only reason I haven't died, I suspect, is that your healing is able to stall the symptoms, but not get rid of the actual tumor, since that in and of itself is just made of cells from my own body."
The rest of my body followed my hands' suit and started shaking. I gripped
