Chapter 103

The first night would be the hardest, Beth told herself. It could only get better from here. So as she settled into the chair by Daniel's bed for the night and felt his hand, heart twisting at the coolness of it, she reminded herself again and again that this was only temporary. Twelve hours from now, twenty four hours, he would be well on his way back to his normal self. One night and a day and he would be stronger, livelier. She had nothing to fear.

Marten had assured her that even if he looked to be in pain now, it was manageable with the herbs and medicines he had access to in Pandemonium. In the werewolf nations, not much emphasis existed on medicines and pain killing methods since werewolves were by nature resilient. Even Gold Nation with its plethora of half-shifters mixed in with its bursting population didn't invest into these things, not comparably anyway.

But here in the outlands, it was far more vital since there were shifters and other peoples who didn't possess werewolf