Shane’s phone began to ring, breaking the silence in the room. Curiously, he picked it up and answered the call. It was the doctor from the pack hospital, the one responsible for taking care of Gram. As Shane talked to the doctor, his facial expression slowly transformed into one of contentment and relief. I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope bubbling within me as I eagerly awaited his response.
When Shane finally ended the call, his face still held a trace of the smile that had formed during their conversation. I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer and blurted out, "What did the doctor say? Is Gram doing alright?" There was a spark of anticipation in my voice, desperate for reassurance. With a content sigh, Shane looked directly into my eyes and replied, "Sierra, the doctor said
