Rightful Place I

My heart froze in my chest, and instantly, my mind started to race. I shared a glance with Damon, and true enough, the expression on his face matched mine. Even without looking, I could feel his emotions thrumming along with my own. They were so similar that I had almost mistaken them for mine.

We may be in the infirmary but I didn't see my mate anywhere. Other than Elijah, there were a few other wolves present. However, their injuries seemed light, ranging from a couple of scratches and bruises to a broken limb that seemed like it was on the road to recovery. It wasn't anything surprising. After all, healthy werewolves were supposed to heal from small cuts instantly. 

"He's in his room right now," Nicole said. "He's discharged from the infirmary but he's… not feeling his best. There's nothing much I can do for now."

"What is affecting his healing?" Damon asked with a frown.