263 : Hanging Between Life and Death

VERENA

Celine walks into my bedroom with a look of concern etched on her face and asks me. “Where’s he?”

I point towards the bed and she sees him lying on the bed. I told her everything on the phone. When I held him in my arms, I could feel his heartbeat. I know he’s alive. But he’s not responding.

My heart breaks at that thought.

Celine slowly walks over to the bed and places her coat on the couch nearby. She exhales and rolls up the sleeves of her blouse. She, then, closes her eyes and her lips move as she mumbles some incantation under her breath. A few seconds pass and she opens her eyes, then places her palms on top of Elijah’s chest.

She moves her palms on top of his body for a few seconds before her eyes stare ahead, as if she’s thinking something, “He’s not dead. But he’s not alive either.”

My lips part in shock from her words. Not dead, not alive? “What kind of condition is that?”

She looks at me. “Shadow wolves have special powers. They have control over their lives. If