C58 Embracing Futility

We raced into the palace and went straight to Nyla’s room. She was gasping for breath on her bed, and the pack doctor was sitting beside her, holding her little hand.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I hopped on the bed beside my daughter and gathered her in my arms.

“We have carried out all kinds of tests and placed her on various medications, but nothing seems to be working