#Chapter 162: Wolfless

Cara’s POV With Alaric’s presence, the hospital administration moved the group of us away from the main waiting room and into a more private sitting room, filled with more comfortable chairs and couches. There was also a coffee pot, which Ryan instantly set up to start brewing, and a television, which no one bothered to turn on. As steadily as I could, I walked to one of the comfortable-looking plush chairs and sat down. Immediately, my body slumped, my limbs so heavy that I could not lift them. It was all I could do just to keep my eyes open. The sudden weakness scared me, but I tried to keep the concern from my face. I also didn’t say a word about it aloud, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. Mia was the one we needed to focus on, not me. Ethan was asleep, resting on one of the couches. The stress must have been too much for him. I was glad to at least see him resting. “Alaric,” Ryan said. “We need a word with you.” Alaric looked at him in confusion but still