They switch over her machines to full-size ones, change her tubes, and hang up her saline bag on a trolley to the side. Some of the wolves already in here file out, gazing longingly her way and nodding at Colton as they leave. I know the link between pack members is generally the preferred mode of communication, but it sucks that, to me, it’s a silent wall. I watch in envy as so much translates between them, but I hear nothing.

I miss pack linking, and the sense of unity it gives you as a whole; it reminds me I’m never really going to be part of this pack. Colton...