The next day Andrew has gone, his scent lingers on my clothes, my pillow, my bedsheets but my heart is sore with missing him. I try to block out all thoughts of my fated mate but my wolf whines and howls constantly reminding me of him and her need to be with her mate too.
It is only now I can fully appreciate how much pain Katy must have been in when she was waiting for Alex, I knew she was in pain but this is beyond anyone’s comprehension this is the sort of pain you can only truly understand when you’ve felt it yourself.
The days fly by, we have 4 nurses on rotation but there is still plenty to do with Mrs McClaren and Katy both needing care. I'm starting to feel like the matron of a badly run nursing home.
It's fair to say me and Mrs Jones are run off our feet. Katy is suffering ho
