Kael
Kael walked to Isolde’s hospital room, his jaw tight. He pushed the door open, expecting to see her in bed. But the bed was empty.
Dr. Elias stood beside it, flipping through some papers. He looked up when Kael walked in.
"Where is she?"
"She just left a few minutes ago," Elias said, looking amused. "I wanted to see it for myself, so I came early. Her arm is completely healed." He whistled. "It’s like it was never broken. Just a scar left."
Kael stared at him. "Completely healed?"
"Yes. I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, we knew she'd heal fast, but this? It’s incredible."
Kael didn’t think it was incredible. It didn’t make sense. She had broken her arm yesterday. A break like that should take at least a few weeks, even for a werewolf.
"Did she say where she was going
