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28. Friends in High Places

-Chase-

Since there was nothing I could do to help with translating that rotten book, and my parents didn't need anything for now, I stayed with Dante on the couch. He didn't seem anxious about us having so many guests, but he was wary of them.

I felt guilty for not spending enough time with him. He had been asleep most of the time, yes, but as Ben said, werewolves could sense the presence of their loved ones even when they weren't awake. I hoped I was one of the loved ones now... At least a liked one?

That was another thing I felt bad about. Dante was giving me the green light and instead of seizing the opportunity, I was running around two different realms, chasing books that no one could read anymore.

If only his condition wasn't lethal... I wasn't afraid of the beast he turned into. It didn't bother me at all. I could deal with being chased around the house. I didn't even mind that he occasionally tried to kill me. I could live with a situation like that.

But it was killing him.

I hugged him tighter, resting my head against his shoulder. We had been silent for a while now, sitting side by side on the couch, listening in to the conversation the others were having about the book. He leaned his head against mine, taking in a deep breath, making me smile as he relaxed little by little.

I turned to look towards the lounge where the rest were still fighting over who got to take a better look at the book. I was glad they all wanted to help, but they didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I wanted answers now. Every second wasted gave me anxiety. There was not enough time... What if we should be focusing on how to prevent Dante's death or at least slow down the disease, but instead we were wasting our precious time on finding a cure that didn't exist?

I fought off the massive urge to go find Ben so we could start discussing how to proceed with the treatment. Dante was now up and feeling much better, but it would be incredibly cruel to shove him straight into the lab and start with our own experiments.

A loud grumble interrupted my thoughts. Well, as a sound, it wasn't that loud but taken the fact that it was Dante's stomach that made it, it was pretty demanding.

"Are you hungry again?" I smirked. It had been only two hours since he ate.

"I..." he mumbled, looking ashamed. "I'm fine."

"Hunger is a good thing," I told him, kissing his cheek. "Your body is burning through energy to fix things. This is exactly what I've been waiting for."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. It means you're getting your strength back. You already slept enough, now you need food. Lots and lots of food." His stomach growled again. I placed my hand on it, enjoying the fact that it wasn't just skin and bones I could feel under the fabric. "Come – you should eat."