116. Boy

Cole's p.o.v

"Cole," Grace called softly.

I stopped moving back and forth and looked at her.

"You need to calm down." She said

I wanted to calm down, I really did but I couldn't. Emily had been in that damn ward for hours.

I could hear her cries and complaints in my head. She was in pain and wanted me by her side.

"At least they could have let me hold her hand." I said loudly.

"The Dr told you to stay here and wait, son, shouldn't you listen to her?" She asked.

No, I wasn't suppose to listen to her. The whole clinic was full of Werewolves, they clearly knew who I was and how they should treat me. I wasn't going to sit back and follow their orders.

I walked ahead ignoring Grace's call and went into the ward.

Emily lay on the bed with parted legs and in sweat while leaning again