Chapter 8 Rocco

• Morning had come around sooner than I had expected, despite barely sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital seat. Every noise that Aria made had me sitting up to check that she was okay, yet she had seemingly slept soundly. As soon as the clock upon the wall had reached a reasonable hour I had showered in the small washroom next to Aria’s room, and freshened myself up like I did most days. I think I have returned home only a number of times since the incident now, and that had been simply to bring clothes, or deal with things that were urgent. All of my duties as Beta were falling to the wayside right now, but thankfully, I had an understanding of Alpha and friend.
• My mind was upon bringing my mate back, and that had been all. Completing any duties would be an impossibility. I feared what was happening with my mate, and I needed to be close to her. In the time since the attack, our pack had begun to slowly return to itself. Any evidence of an attack was now gone. Or physically at least. The emotional and mental scars would last for a lot longer...
• The many repairs in and around the pack were complete. All the dead were now mourned and buried. The injured were treated, and all but Aria had returned home, fully recovered; but, of course, all of them had their wolves to assist in their recovery. But, my mate… my mate was still struggling to recover. The doctors were still unable to give us a full answer to what was happening or what might happen. This did nothing but frustrate me. These were meant to be some of the best doctors available. Medical experts. Yet none could tell me when or if my mate would be back to herself.