It has been almost two days. Catherine was in a state of deep, prolonged unconsciousness. Xander was hell-bent on unfolding this predicament. The rest of the pack was dismissed, and Xander confided only in Jackson.
Jackson came in and locked the door behind him.
Xander leaned on the closet in his room where Catherine was laid indisposed, "Is there something I am missing here?" Xander asked rubbing his chin with a stern look on his face.
Jackson now had to wear a mask because the human world wouldn't perceive him as did the pack. It would be scornful looks and pitiful gestures, both he despised. He wouldn't put his face on display anymore when he was around the humans.
He made breathing noises when he spoke with the mask on, "This is beyond us," Jackson said.
"Any luck with the shaman?" Xander asked.
