HARDIN's POV.
I carried Leah in my arms, laying her gently across the old couch that sat beneath the window. Her eyes were closed but she still heaved in slow, uneven breaths.
This was usually the first stage after a bite. I wondered how long she'd be unconscious for, how long until she turned and how long until my nightmare manifested into reality.
I sat right next to her, clenching my hands beneath my chin. I felt the flood in the back of my eyes.
"How is she?" I already scented Veronica by the door before she even said anything and I threw a look over my shoulder. "She's still the same. I want to be right here when it happens." I replied, reaching to brush the loose strand of hair from her face.
"I don't want her to be in so much pain. I don't want her to be like this." A tear fina
