Uriel
The smell of disinfectants and medicine is not one I would like to wake up to or be around all day, and for us werewolves that sense is heightened hence sometimes it becomes too much even for us and I hate it because it brings back bad memories of my parents’ death.
I remember when we found Macey and how she was severely injured but as my eyes roam her face, eyes, and lips, and skim the rest of her body, there are only fewer cuts and bruises to be seen and the beautiful freckles along her nose and cheeks.
Her face is still radiating calmness, mellowness, and peace all of which remind me of the gentle softness of the midnight sky even in the hospital bed. She no longer looks pale or lifeless, there is some blush on her cheeks which gives me hope.
Macey is the only one who can m
