"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Miss Vance?" Dr. Leon's eyes searched mine as we sat in his office. "Anything at all about your condition that might help me understand what's happening to your wolf?"
I shifted uncomfortably in the examination chair. The sterile smell of the hospital room made my anxiety spike even higher. Dr. Leon had spent the last fifteen minutes examining me, asking me to try to shift, checking my vitals, and looking increasingly concerned with each test.
"I-I don't know what you mean," I stammered.
Seraphina, who sat in the corner of the room, gave me a pointed look. "Elara, tell him everything. That's why we're here."
Dr. Leon set down his clipboard and leaned forward. His kind eyes held no judgment, but I could see the gravity in them. "I can't help you if you're not honest with me. Your wolf is in an extremely weakened state—one of the worst cases I've seen in my career. This didn't happen overnight."
