Chapter 12
My dad looked at me stunned. "Blake, I think you're right." I stared down at Seth's unconsciousness. It didn't matter that I was right; all that mattered was that Seth was hurt. "No…" I breathed. I wrapped my arms around him and started to cry into his shoulder. "Please Seth." I repeated. The feeling of alone drowned my common sense out. I stayed by his side no matter how much it made this crushing aching feeling deepen. I sat there silently pleading that he would be ok. The whole night there was nothing but a few loud, deafening coughs. His face was vaguely twisted in frustration. My heart felt numb. I curled up on my bed, slipped my headphones on and listened to Black Rose. I felt like maybe I was so cursed that I attracted the one thing that could really damage a werewolf. All I could do was sleep. I wouldn't wake up for anything but Seth.