Everything had finally quieted down. After much persuasion, Uncle Lucas had gone home, though not without a fight. He looked horrible, dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled, and a palpable sense of worry hanging over him.
I knew he was hiding something.
"Why didn't he want to tell me what the doctor found?"... It doesn't make sense.
Even Alpha Damon left the hospital without coming back to the room.
"Was he trying to avoid me too? ... how bad can it be?" I swallowed hard, thinking about this.
Anyway, whatever Dr. Ferris told them was his business. The last time I checked, I am a she-wolf, and it wasn't uncommon for werewolves to heal. I was healed, I'm sure of that. They should eithe believe it or leave it.
Uncle Lucas had insisted that he was going to spend the night in t
