I wake up to an unfamiliar voice. It’s deep, so I can tell it’s male, and there’s a raspy quality to it that makes me think he’s older, in his early forties, perhaps.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Alpha. She’s human, so her injuries will take longer to heal. As far as my research shows, this is a normal bodily response for a human after a trauma like hers…”
“It’s been twelve hours, John. Twelve f*****g hours, and my mate is still basically comatose! You need to do something!”
This voice, I know. It’s Stefan, and by the volume of his voice and the amount of cursing, I would say he’s mad about something. Oh, Stefan… always grumpy about something. I wonder what it is this time. I wish he would stop yelling though… I’m trying to sleep.
“With all due respect, Alpha, I am the doctor here.
