Beta Bronson;

Sitting with my chin resting on my palm, my eyes fixed on Malicia. She is lying down on my bed, still unconscious. There has been no improvement since we arrived, or rather, there is little. Her wounds are healing, and I'm glad the scars are also fading away with the wounds.

I know her wolf is playing a major role in healing her aside from the healers.

But my major concern is the fact she hasn't moved any part of her body since we brought her here. Not even a finger. I hope she survives this. I know she will. I just have to be positive about everything,...