Looking at her face, she was still weak and pale. Over the past half year the injuries had obviously healed, but she still had not waken up. She had actually aged up by a year as well while she had been like this. Her birthday had been in September, so she had missed it, missed turning seventeen. That normally was a somewhat big year for a werewolf and originally he knew his parents had planned to do something for her, but because she was in a coma at that time, nothing happened. Laying there, even though she had gotten one year older, she did not look any different to the first time she had come to their pack, still young and weak looking. Yet he knew, deep down she was strong and that was why he knew she would eventually wake up. “I hope, when you do wake up, you will be ok.” He said so

