CHAPTER 23

CASEY'S POV

Five days had passed since Derek fell ill, and there was still no improvement in his condition, and that was not what I expected at all, even for a bit.

I sat in the corner of his room, watching the pack doctor check his vitals for what felt like the hundredth time. That got me so impatient, but I managed to wait until he was done.

"How is he?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer, as the pack doctor finally started packing up.

"Still the same. The fever hasn't broken, and he's still very weak," the doctor said with a sympathetic look.

I...