Brea had lost a lot of blood, she was badly injured even for a werewolf. She had received broken bones and puncture wounds so deep, they still hadn't fully healed.
Lucy sat by her bedside, replaying the doctor’s words over and over in her head “I have done all I can do. Only her will to survive can keep her alive now.”
“You can do it Brea. Come back to me,” she whispered into her ear.
It had been three days and still there was no sign that Brea would ever wake up. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t gone out to confront Matias, then Brea would be fine. She knew there was no living without Brea, that wasn’t even an option and she was here to remind her of that fact every day until she opened her eyes.
Lucy had gotten into a mountain of trouble for wrecking her mother's car. She could
