Iris's POV
As Amelia and I reached the outsketch of the pack territory, the small house where madam Elara, Amelia's mother lived, we approached and were now standing in front of the door.
Amelia knocked as usual as we waited but no answer came as she knocked again, harder this time. "Mom?" she called softly but no response still. I stepped to the side, pressing my face against the little space on the window. The curtains were parted just enough for me to peek inside, and what I saw made my heart lurch.
Elara was on the floor, her body convulsing violently. Her dark hair was splayed across in a messy look, some covering her face, and her face was contorted in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled. There was a pot on the stove, boiling relentlessly as I realized she was probably making a meal before this seizure struck her.
"Amelia!" I gasped, grabbing her arm. "She's on the floor, she's having a seizure!"
