Rusell’s POV:
My jaw locks as I intensely study my son’s face. I direct my eyes at his sleepy-looking ones. The wolf in him is still there, staring back at me. I lean my mouth close to his ear, then ask,
“Can you still feel your wolf?”
“I do,” he says. “I can see it too. It’s talking to me, but I can’t hear it. Well, more accurately, it’s opening and closing its mouth, but there’s not a single word coming out of it.”
When the doctor arrives, I walk back from him to give the doctor some space. She checks Lavine’s vital signs and hurls questions at him at the same time.
“How do you feel? Are you hurt somewhere?”
Lavine very slowly and gently nods his head. “My head is aching. Other than that, I feel alright.”
Olivia, on the opposite side of Lavine’s bedside, says, “He can’t remember u
