"Don't sleep here. You'll catch a cold." The she-wolf's words were brief and to the point.
Holly Wyatt nodded mutely and scrambled to her feet, knocking the drawing board off the table and onto the ground.
She froze for a moment. Just as she was about to bend down and pick it up, the she-wolf beat her to it, gently placing it back in her hands.
Holly Wyatt stared, taken aback for a second, then took the drawing board and wrote two words: "Thank you."
"Cecilia Thornton," the she-wolf said slowly, then paused. "You're welcome."
Holly Wyatt paused, then gave a slight nod.
"Your medicine is ready." Cecilia Thornton pulled a small white bottle from her pocket.
The bottle was identical in style to the red one Thornton the Wizard had given Silas Thornton.
Holly Wyatt blinked, her lips pressed together as she accepted the medicine.
'It's not a red bottle. That means my condition isn't the most severe.'
Holly Wyatt clutched the medicine bottle, a flicker of hope rising within her.
