Chapter 395

Deven’s POV

Leaving her wolf mentally is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time. While speaking to her, touching her, has likely bought me some time, it's not much. Without a dramatic intervention her wolf will meet its demise in a matter of days. I stay leaning against Jessa’s temple, listening as she cries.

“I’m sorry that caused you pain. I didn’t know it would.” I whisper with genuine sadness.

While death is a common occurrence in the medical field, doing a read on a young wolf who’s yet to truly live is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. Death from cancer or an accident is hard enough but this. This was done to her and reversing it will be just as painful.

“How are you at receiving shots?” I continue quietly as I’ve yet to leave them.

“I’m sorry for whatever wrong I have done. I can’t fight. You know that. Please, I beg of you, whatever you force upon me, make it quick.”

The fear in her voice is