Nowhere to be found

~Daciana~

We dashed into the hospital, running towards the receptionists.

“We are here for Mr Trump. Where is he?” Randall uttered with haste.

“He’s in the ER, Your Royal Highness.” She responded, and we all ran down the hallway to where the ER was.

After Randall gave the order to find Anne, we got a call that someone found Trump bleeding by the roadside and was rushed to the nearest hospital.

Hearing this gave us a sense of relief and hope that he could still be saved.

While we waited in the hallway, Randall paced in front of the door, breathing in and out deeply. Lily sat next to me on the chair as we waited for the doctor’s news.

I looked at her face and it seemed like she had so many things going on in her head. I mean, who didn’t at this point? She stared at Randall like he wasn’t recognizable. Like he was a stranger.

“Daciana,” she called, moving her gaze from Randall after a long while of her staring at him. “Have you always known he was a Lycan?” She asked, and I nodded