{MIRA}
She was still alive.
I didn't know anything about the woman who lay shivering on the table in the infirmary, but relief swept through me anyway. I was so tired of people dying around me. So tired of being involved in death. It would be nice if this time, everyone lived.
Although if Makayla pulled through, Asher might very well kill her anyway. He practically vibrated next to me as we watched through the window while Kai did an exam.
Naked and pale, she acted as if she knew where she was and who she was, but every now and then, she would give a little cry of warning, and her eyes would turn green. No one thought anything about it until Asher told us that Makayla's wolf's eyes were amber-colored.
Now, as she cried out, Kai slowly inched toward the door. Holding my breath, I watched as the young woman fought to control herself. Irons were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, chaining her to the wall. They were supposed to be strong enough to hold a werewolf.
