Missing bride

While Alicia was panicking in her bedroom, Harold was in his room, thinking. He looked out his window with his hands behind him, as he always did. For three nights, he had slept beside her, and for those three nights, he hadn't changed into his wolf form. His body felt a little strange, and he seemed well-rested. For the first time in years, he was able to rest for three nights in a row! No excruciating bone-breaking pain. He was just normal. But that wasn't the issue bothering him. It was his bride who had refused to wake up, despite everything they had done. He wasn't usually the type to get worried over things, but his worry had reached the roof all of a sudden. What hadn't he done?