At Dante's bedside, Silphie and The Elder looked anxious. The witch had brewed a remedy for the beta to restore all the vital energy he had used to help Rafael. Unfortunately, he was already weakening so fast that they didn't have the time to think.
Trinity and Acher Rivers who were with their son watched the two women who excluded their options one after the other and their faces displayed anguish that hollowed their features.
The night was already settling and large drops of sweat were beading on the young werewolf's forehead. Dante was delirious, deep in a state between dream and hallucination. Silver pushed the curtain aside and walked into the room. Trinity got up to run to him.
"Nothing is working, he's getting worse and worse! Please, please. I'm sure if it's you or Snow, Alpha Elma will listen. I'm sure that…"
Silver shook his head and put a hand on her shoulder with a sorry expression.
