#Chapter63
Althea Garcia Hela Silvermoon
A week had gone by, when they finally allowed me to leave this place. And finally, I didn’t look like a dead person. My limps were still wrapped in bandages. They didn’t hurt too much but the one on my neck was the worst one.
It was a miracle that I could whisper some words out. It was scruffy but it was something. And these werewolves had no problems understanding it.
When Natalie first saw me in here again, she was bawling her eyes out. She told me off for ever disappearing. But I knew she was only worried. Like the rest.
Noah came to visit a few times. He would always try to cheer me up and would stay for an hour or so, before he finally left.
