*Emily’s POV
“I forgive you, Blake…” Those words have kept coming to my mind for the past two days. I do forgive him, because I hate holding resentment and because a part of me wanted to do that. I keep bringing back the conversation I had with Jason when everything happened. I still don’t know if it was real or if I was just creating that in my mind, but I decided to believe it was real and somehow Jason’s soul visited me.
These past few days have been weird, the results of what poisoned me haven’t arrived yet, but they’re supposed to come today. Ayla hasn’t woken up yet and my wounds are still healing. If this is how humans heal, it’s insane.
“Hi, Emily,” says Cara, one of the pack’s doctors. “I want to check your wounds,”
“Hi, yes please come in,” I say. I don’t know what Blake has
