Veronica could feel how she became weaker as days passed by. It was just two months since she got a rare werewolf disease that stopped her from shapeshifting as a wolf. She thought that it would just end up there. But she was surprised when the disease caused her body to weaken in the long run.
According to a werewolf healer, the disease was consuming her strength drastically until she would die from it. He also said that nothing could cure the disease. And that she just had three more months before her body totally gave up.
Fear succumbed to her being. She didn't want to die yet. She wanted to live as long as her beloved was alive. She was still waiting for him to propose about their mating.
They weren't mates. But who the hell cared? They loved each other. And they didn't believe in soulmates anymore.
She just really wanted to be Damon's Luna.
"I want to sleep more," Damon complained.
Veronica laughed and slapped his cheeks slightly. "What if it's about the cure?" She used her ultimate weapon to wake him up.
Damon opened his eyes automatically. He disregarded Veronica's teasing smile and gave her a kiss before standing up. "Sleep more, Veronica. I'll ask an omega to send you food later. I'll just talk to Gregory and John," he said.
Veronica nodded with a wide smile. "Go. I'll just sleep a bit more."
Damon leaned forward to give her another kiss before finally leaving the room.
Veronica sent him to the door through her eyes. She loved Damon so much. Her hope of healing didn't die because Damon promised that he would find the cure for her.
She knew that Damon would keep his word. It was hard, but he would do everything and anything just for her.
She heaved a deep breath before closing her eyes. She was just lying in bed every time but she always felt tired.
There was just only a month and a half left for her. Damon must find the cure before it was too late.
**
"You will not believe what I'll tell you," Gregory blurted out.
The alpha, beta, and delta were inside their pack's headquarters. Inside the room was a 12-seater table, light torches in every post, and a fireplace.
It was where they held meetings with the Council of Elders when something needed to be discussed.
"Then don't tell me, Greg," Damon said, annoyed. He then tossed the wine in his glass bottoms-up.