Chapter 43

Eliana POV

The doctor came to see me that afternoon, apologising that he had been delayed at the clinic by a sick pup.

I tried to tell him that it was okay, but my words came out sounding as if I were Kermit the Frog's great grandmother. With every word hurting my throat, I resorted to hand signals to communicate.

“Your larynx - the voicebox in layman's terms - has been bruised. Luckily, you're a werewolf. With your accelerated healing, you should be fine in two to three days and the bruises on your neck should be gone just after that.”

I nodded and gave him a thumbs up, feeling like an absolute dork.

“Don't stress too much about your brother. If he's got what I think he has, the council has a remedy. He'll be right as rain, although I'm afraid that the emotional scars he has sustained may be with him for the rest of his life.” The doctor's expression changed and it seemed as if he were reminiscing as he said, “some things haunt you for the rest of your life. I pray that he is stro