Cara’s POV
“I have been told the date of the car accident,” Grayson said. “You then confirmed with me that at that time, you lost contact with your wolf. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” I said, trying to brace myself, but it was difficult when I had no idea what was coming.
Or maybe I did, but I was still to cowardly to face it, not until I had no other choice.
“I’m afraid… and the tests confirm this… that you are now suffering from a very specific type of condition, one that does not at this time have a known cure,” Grayson said. “You see, werewolves who do not have wolves are cursed with a short lifespan.”
“But I have a wolf,” I said.
“Unfortunately,” Grayson continued. “This condition is especially serious for those who once had a wolf but who lost it during an accident.”
A lump rose up
