Dreaming Of A Wolf (Snowdonia Wolves) - Plot & Excerpts
My feet could have been encased in lead. I was terrified. There were so many possibilities. If it wasn’t Alun. If it was Alun, and he was dying. If it was Alun, and he never woke up. I made deals with whatever deity might be listening. I didn’t care if Alun was different. If he was some kind of freaky werewolf. I still loved him anyway. I’d accept him however he was, if he would just come back to me. I’d move anywhere he wanted. I’d marry him, at the absolute earliest opportunity. The room was larger than I’d expected, with four beds separated by thick white curtains. The low light levels reflected back in the dark windows, and machines beeped and hummed everywhere. The nurse pointed to the second bed. My heart stuttered. “Alun,” I whispered. He lay motionless, wires connecting him to a bank of monitors. His face, normally tanned and healthy, was pale, and obscured by a ventilator mask.
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