Chapter 48 Accept Your Feelings

Silas' POV Aurora lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Her face was deathly pale. If not for the faint, shallow beating of her heart, I would have thought she was already dead. "Lord Redthorn." The doctor came up to me. I asked about her condition as if I were asking about an ordinary wounded werewolf prisoner. "How is she?" "She's out of immediate danger. The dagger in her chest narrowly missed her heart, but the wound was contaminated with wolfsbane. She'll need a long time to recover." The doctor paused, then added cautiously, "If you need to interrogate her for any reason, I can administer a stimulant to wake her now." The news of our sudden attack on the werewolf pack had already spread throughout the territory. Even the southern horizon was still glowing red from the fires. It was proof of how violent the night had been. Everyone assumed we had obtained some critical intelligence. And that intelligence had something to do with Aurora, the severely wounded she-wolf I'd carr