Two hours,
Three hours,
Four hours had passed, but me and Doctor Jonathan's efforts had been in vain.
We had not yet found the blood that matched Aunt Penelope's blood type, and as more seconds and minutes passed by, I grew anxious and feared the worst for her.
"No. This can't end like that. I won't allow it to end like that. I should have been the one who killed that bastard for doing that to Aunt Penelope. I should have ripped his heart out and fed it to the vultures to appease my anger because of what he had done!". I declared, with my breath getting heavy.
"Alpha Anastasia?". Doctor Jonathan called me, but I didn't answer him.
I felt my eyes getting bloodshot, and I had this thought in my mind to return to the wild forest, find that bastard's lifeless body, and finish the job perfectly.
'Hey. Calm down, you! Be clear headed, Clara! Do you want to lose control of yourself and make things worse?!'.
