. . . . . . Lexy's POV. . . .
I was more than glad when I returned to the clinic last night to find my mom still busy around, unable to notice my return. She probably didn't even realize I left at all. My father was still in the big pack house, having a talk with a few other men. Imagine the relief.
Today the sun seemed to shine way too brightly, too scorching and somehow, I woke up with a terrible feeling. I felt suddenly light headed and I blamed it on my ventures with Sabrina into the woods yesterday.
I made my way towards the clinic and found my mom standing around a man laying back on her patient's table. Her right hand help stood next to her, all concentrating fully on him. I hurried over to them to find so much blood on the side of his stomach, his eyes barely open as he winced in pain. Mom held a cloth up against his head and dabbed tenderly.
"What happened?" I asked my mom.