Conrad's POV:

Damn, can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?

When those doctors left, I silently watched over Otis' bedside.

She was obviously still alive, but I couldn't find a way to help her.

The Blue-moon Pack had encountered countless crises, and I had always been able to think of ways to deal with them quickly, no matter what kind of crisis they were, but I had never been as clueless as I was now.

My fingers tapped haphazardly on the railing of the bed, like an anxious mouse searching for something.

The tension was making my metabolism fast, and every so often I could feel...