He was brought back from an alternate reality. He faltered with the images in his head.
"With your eyes, you can see can't you?" the old witch snickered. "The path will still go on if you choose to recede your steps."
"This is not supposed to happen," he turned to the old witch. "I said I will find a way. To put to this, all of this can't happen. It won't," he held on to Catherine.
His palm on her hand he felt her temperature run high. He pulled the sheets to cover Catherine's body to her neck.
He leaned back to Catherine's side. He felt the heat emanating from her body.
"You said she will be fine!" he roared at the old witch. "I trusted you. You gave me your word and now she—"
"She is waking up Marion," the old witch kneaded her slouch shoulders and palmed her throat in sudden relief. "You mislay your trust Alpha."
