Alethea

Asher lies on the hospital bed, his body writhing in pain as the doctors work desperately to stop the bleeding.

Blood gushes from the deep wounds on his chest and side, staining the sheets beneath him. My hands tremble as I watch, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why isn't he healing? Why is there so much blood?" I ask, my voice shaking.

My mind struggles to process what I'm seeing-this isn't normal. Werewolves are supposed to heal quickly, yet Asher looks weaker with every passing second.

One of the doctors, his name tag reading **Josh Parker**, glances at me with a grim expression.

"The silver blade was laced...