[Kat's P.O.V]
Katherine. Just the sound of that name sent shivers down my spine. Elias had been saying it for weeks in his coma-like state. The longer he stayed asleep, the more I worried.
Olivia had got me in contact with a woman named Willow. She was an older wolf, wise beyond her years, and she knew most things that plagued wolves. I had set up an appointment, and she had accepted. Willow planned to arrive today, and just like that, my head shot up as an unfamiliar scent hit my nose. She was here.
I sigh as I see a tall, kind woman standing before me. "I'm Willow," she says, offering me her hand. I take it excitedly, "I'm Kat; he's this way," I say, guiding her to his room.
Elias lays still in bed, his hair sweaty and matted to his head. He mutters lowly under his breath, his eye
