Chapter 237

Lilith's POV "Ms. Hartwell," the doctor adjusted his glasses, " we've done thorough tests, but the results are disturbing. Your cells are deteriorating at an abnormal rate. The symptoms resemble cancer, but don't quite match any known type." I was lying in a hospital bed, the monitor beeped steadily, and the smell of antiseptic filled my sensitive nose. After hearing the doctor's words, a chill ran through me. Werewolves' powerful healing abilities could resist almost all human diseases. If even doctors were saying it was like cancer... "Given the current situation," the doctor's voice seemed distant, "you have at most a year to live. Maybe less." "Thea," I called to my wolf, panic flooding me. She had been with me since I was sixteen. "Lilith," her voice rasped low in my head, "you know this isn't cancer." Of course I knew. I was a werewolf medical researcher before everything fell apart. I'd read about this. Studied it. Denied that it could ever happen to me. It starts with pain. Exh