Evelyn
“Wow,” Emma says during my visit to her in the hospital wing. I’ve just explained Alexander’s and my plan for the displaced werewolves.
“That’s what Marcel said,” I tell her. “David was immediately on board, but of course this is a further development of what was originally his idea, so he’s been thinking about it for longer.”
Emma nods, intentionally averting her eyes while a healer changes her bandages. Her body is healing, slowly stitching itself back together.
Fiber by fiber. Layer by layer.
Right now it looks like a child-sized creature took a bite out of her side instead of the adult-sized bite from a few days ago. It looked like it was possibly getting infected too, but after treatment it looks much better.
“You have a lot of faith in the lycans,” Emma says.
“What do y
