Beryl's POV
I lay in bed, immobile. I was wearing a hospital gown that didn't fit my body at all. My right arm felt like it had lost all sensation, as if it no longer existed. I didn't know how long I had been asleep. Or rather, how long I had been unconscious. I had completely lost track of time.
During my coma, all I dreamt about was that day's events. I was fighting the kidnappers, trying to rescue Bonnie. She was the twins' niece, only six or seven years old. I couldn't bear to imagine the guilt I would feel if she were hurt or lost her life because of me.
At the time, I hadn't fully shifted into my wolf form, which put me at a severe disadvantage in the fight against the kidnappers. Werewolves and humans, their very nature of movement, were worlds apart. One couldn't expect an ord
