Ramsey
"Is he dead?" I heard myself asking.
I was practically clutching at the straws of my heart as I waited for Lenny to reply. His eyes widened as he stared at me with horror.
"Why would you wish death on him?"
"That's how you made it seem. You said you'd leave the explanations to the pack healers so I expected the worst."
"For Moon's sake, Ramsey," he sighed. "He's not dead but their camp was the first camp to be attacked by the Ferals, him and the other Elders there. He's injured, has deep injuries and is currently sedated. They need you to give the go-ahead for the surgery. One of the Feral's teeth got stuck in his…"
"Will he be fine? Is he at risk of dying, perhaps," I interrupted him? "Honestly that's all I want to know. We're in a more dire situation than my grandfather's well-being and I'm sure right now, he has the entire hospital running after him."
"He's not but the healers thought you'd be worried and…"
