When Memory Dies

Chapter 21: When Memory Dies

Elijah POV

The hospital lights cast a pale shimmer across the polished floors. Elijah sat beside Abby's hospital bed, his mind in a storm. He had brought her here only hours ago, barely alive, bloodied from the fall. Now she lay still, tubes in her arm. He could smell the magic he had once smelled when she was falling; he couldn’t smell it again. She was nothing but a mere human to him now. He could smell it. The wolf in him recoiled. Regardless, Max, his wolf, was okay with it. He wanted it, he loved it.

Down the hall, the doors parted with a hiss. Sally walked in in a rush. She got the news she was waiting for. The Abby Gracehill, had return to the hospital. She took the chart and held it in her hand, her face turning from curiosity to alarm the moment she tried to scent Abby and.

Nothing.