CHAPTER 102 – Facing the Beast

  LAMIA

  I sat on a chair next to the hospital bed Travis was in, the machines beeped, monitoring his vitals. His heart beat was still so low, and we were waiting to see if the drugs would help draw out the poison from the silver arrows and the nightshade they had been coated in.

  The doctor had come in and left a few short minutes ago. Travis’ wolf was trying to fight the infection and heal him, but the doctor told us to prepare for the worst. He also had a few gashes from the crawlers scattered in various places across his body. He was not in good shape at all.

  I leant back in the chair and fished into my back pocket of my jeans I threw on; I hadn’t even showered yet, needing to be here with Travis. Fishing out my phone, I called the one person whose voice I needed to hear. The only other person who could calm my mind and tell me I was about to do the right thing.