EMMA
I sat on the hospital’s single bed, folding my legs, resting my chin on my knees, staring out the window as the sun set beautifully in the werewolf realm.
I had been in the room for three days, weeping my eyes out, asking myself if I would ever be alright, if I could trust anyone anymore. Will we both finally find peace if I leave? Was staying back here and being treated like a nameless pushover what I wanted?
I didn’t allow anyone come in for these three days except the nurses who came to check my pulse, temperature and some other things,(Not that werewolves really need all that though) cleaners who came to change the sheets and clean the room. I told them not to allow anyone else come in, not even when Zyk came to the door more than three times each day, knocking and begging m
