The turn...

Ramsey

Two years later.

The Pack Hospital's light shone brightly on me where I sat motionless in the reception area, my legs spread out in front of me, staring blankly at the floor.

My clothes were stained with blood, and dark red streaks that had long since dried but still smelled fresh in the air around me. My fingers wrapped tightly around a necklace which I clutched like a lifeline its pendant warming against my palm, a stark difference to the cold that had settled in my chest.

Around me, Pack Doctors and Nurses including Healers rushed in and out of the operating rooms, their faces tensed with fear … I couldn't blame them, they had two lives to save.