Parisa's POV
My father talked for a few hours longer about changes in the pack, my eyes started to feel heavy. The past few days had been both emotionally as well as physically draining. The thought of shifting now seemed daunting, and I wasn't sure if I would survive even though Hades thought otherwise.
The pills had done wonders, much better than the terrible pokes and prods of an IV twice a day. My bones felt more substantial, and my skin felt more of armor than weak, pliable paper. Father had hooked up the boat to the dock and grabbed my hand again as we walked away from the lake. Not one fish worthy of taking back home to mama, but that was understandable. We didn't fish for long, and our thoughts didn't go into hunting fish, more of getting to know each other again and Father's in
