Ashleigh woke in a hospital bed.
She was groggy and weak, but her mind did not ease her into wakefulness. Instead, it threw forward the memory of Caleb standing before her, fighting a rogue wolf.
‘I need to find him,’ she thought, ‘I need to understand.’
She sat up and was immediately stopped.
“Where do you think you are going?” Fiona’s stern voice said as she pushed back on Ashleigh’s shoulders, guiding her back down to the bed.
“Fiona?” Ashleigh asked, surprised to see her sitting at her bedside.
“What?” she asked. “Am I not allowed to visit you when you are in the hospital?”
Ashleigh looked around, trying to find some indicator of time.
“The attack was two nights ago,” Fiona said. “You have been in an out of consciousness and fighting a fever.”
Ashleigh sighed.
