Restless
"The result is out." He shifted the document over to Caesar who received it with a worrisome expression.
"Is something wrong?" He asked. "Why did you-"
"Sir, the situation is not good," Mr. Dima said.
Caesar spared him a glance with creased brows. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Mr. Dima was unsure where to begin or how to tell him. "Please take a look at the document first." It was better that the alpha saw for himself.
In Caesar's head, al,or of thought had begun swirling and he sat there, wondering just what could be in the document. However, it was all clear the moment he laid eyes on the content of it and as if a bullet was shot through his head, a heavy headache hit him so hard, he had to clutch his head for a second, just to cool down.
His shoulders rose and fell in heavy breathing and he forced himself to look at the doctor. "This is a joke…right?"
Mr. Dima shook his head. "No. That was the result. She is in fact turning."