#Chapter 32 Dreary Rain

The weather hasn’t let up, even when I wish it would. The clouds are heavy and dark and stagnant, unmoving through the skies and blocking the sun for what feels like a week, maybe more. Having Celine here is a beacon of light in itself, but there’s far too much going on for me to see her as much as I would prefer. I drag myself to the hospital, wearing the laziest set of sweatpants and a hoodie. I tied up my long, fair hair, letting it hang off my neck in a ball or a nest; I don’t care of the appearance at this rate. I lurch myself to the top floor, leaning forward against the glass to peer into Reese’s room. He’s hardly awake anymore. Just like today, he still breathes through a machine, several others beeping stagnantly. I’ve built new programs, hired specialists of our kind, and built beautiful charities to raise money for wolves just like Reese. And yet, here he lays, no better than he was the day he was brought to the Royal pack. Eugene rests a