CAROLINEMy life becomes routine.I wake up every morning alone because Salvatore always leaves before sunrise. Sometimes I find the faint imprint of him still lingering on the sheets beside me. Sometimes his scent still clings to the pillow. Sometimes I wake up reaching for him before remembering he’s already gone.Every single time, disappointment settles heavily in my chest.Then I go to work.The hospital no longer feels foreign now. The wolves still stare sometimes, but not as much as before. Some of them even greet me in the hallways now.The virus ward is getting worse. Patients are arriving faster now. Symptoms are mutating. Wolves heal incorrectly after infection. Nothing about it makes sense, which means I spend most of my time buried in work, surgeries and research.Then, after work, Sage and I lock ourselves in the archive rooms downstairs, surrounded by old medical records and forbidden supernatural texts she definitely is not supposed to have access to.Science and magic
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