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“Axel, may I be frank?”
Lifting my head, I stared at the phone, expecting the worst. “Yes?”
“Is there something wrong with her?”
I frowned, “what do you mean?”
“Does she have some sort of mental condition?”
I began shaking. “No, no she’s not supposed to, why? What’s wrong with her?”
The Alpha went silent for a moment.
“Alpha, is she okay?” I didn’t know what ‘okay’ would entail considering what had happened, but I had to ask.
“She’s alive,” he said, “responding, talking.”
“I-uh,” I didn’t know how to ask, what to ask.
“I’ll look after her while you travel here, it should be about a two day’s drive, maybe more considering the weather and flooded roads.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
“I’ll inform her you’re on your way.”
