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Noah stood up and approached the pack's doctor, doctor Simon, when he stepped out from Liam's room after putting him to sleep. Noah asked, like he always did after every one of Liam's migraines ended, “How is he, doctor?”

And like he always answered, doctor Simon said, “he will heal. The wounds are closing up already”

Noah breathed a sigh of relief, “That's great.” He made a move to walk past doctor Simon into Liam's room to check up on him when doctor Simon stopped him. Noah, who was a good three feet taller than doctor Simon, looked down at him with questions in his eyes.

“Although the wounds are closing up, it is bad” his expression was grim, “the condition of his head is getting worse, almost as if he were on the verge of madness yesterday. The wounds are worse than the ones in the past, like he was trying to kill himself"

Sorrow and concern flashed in Noah's eyes, “What are we going to do about his situation? Even the concoction Jama brewed was not enough to put him to sleep li