ANNABEL’S POV
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on the frantic scene at the hospital. Thomas writhed on the stretcher, his body convulsing as the effects of the wolfsbane coursed through his veins. I stood nearby, my eyes wide with fear, hands trembling.
"Get the antidote ready! We don't have time!" Lombard's voice echoed through the sterile halls, carrying the weight of desperation.
The emergency room was a chaotic whirlwind; doctors and nurses hurriedly prepared to administer an antidote, while Lombard, his usual composed demeanor shattered, barked orders for urgency.
Doctors scrambled to mix the life-saving concoction as Thomas's pained howls pierced the air.
My heart was pounding with worry, couldn't bear to see Thomas in such agony. She clutched her han
