Raziel’s POV
It's been over a year now and no healer has been able to cure this drastic disease in my pack. I have lost so many people. I thought about going out there to find a cure, but that was completely impossible because I couldn’t walk properly.
Gabriel and the others couldn’t get it either. Amelia was becoming completely useless, she only cared about herself.
“I have to leave this room and get busy with myself,” I muttered. I picked up my wooden clutches, and slowly I struggled my way out of the room.
The pack was a bit quiet that morning, so I asked one of my men to call me Amelia. I had to see her because she practically knows everything happening in the pack even without me telling her.
She finally arrived after some minutes, “I heard you were looking for me.” She said,
