“Doctor, something is wrong with me,” I said.
“I know, but it’s going to be okay,” she told me.
“How?” Did she have a plan? Some kind of medicine or treatment that would stop this hurt in my mind.
As she stepped closer to me, she looked at me a bit sadly. “I need to talk to your wolf…”
“My…?”
In a flash, I blacked out.
Dr. Wyatt’s POV
I waited patiently as the hurt and confusion flickered out of Annette’s eyes, and the certainty of her wolf filled it. She seemed to stand a little straighter then, and looked at me more fully. Her wolf was confident and capable, and knew it.
“You play a dangerous game calling me when she is conscious,” the wolf said.
“She remembered something,” I said. “And seemed on the verge of remembering more. That is cause for the risk. Did we not previously a
