#Chapter 56: Curing Death

Raven I swallowed hard, clutching the strap of my bag as tight as I could as I followed the nurse down the hallway. I’d left the others waiting outside, which was probably for the best. If I had walked in here with a posse full of strange-looking people, it might raise eyebrows and reveal that they were Lycans. “This way,” the nurse said softly, pausing in front of a door. She opened the door and stepped aside, offering me a gentle smile as if that would somehow reassure me. I just stood there for a moment, frozen, staring at the door like the room beyond it might swallow me whole if I stepped inside. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure she could hear it in the quiet hallway. “Take your time,” the nurse said gently, then walked away, leaving me alone. I exhaled shakily, then stepped forward and pushed the door open a little further. The door creaked open, and my eyes immediately fell on the frail figure lying in the bed. My father. He looked