Olivia
“We are not going to die,” I repeated through gritted teeth. This had been my mantra for hours and hours. “We are going to live. You are going to kiss Bentley, and I am going to figure out how to get back into my own body.” Despite all the pharmaceuticals the good doctor was giving us, we were still wracked with fever, chills, sweats, and unbearable pain. From time to time, I rolled over to vomit. The drugs dulled my mind, but they did little to dull the agony that was every muscle, bone, and ligament in this small and fragile body. It was torture like I had never even imagined.
The nurses were whispering among themselves, and I noticed as time passed, I was able to hear more and more of their words. Avalon’s senses were growing stronger, sharper, and more wolf-like.
“Do you
