~Jenetta’s PoV~
A rhythmic, tinny, beeping sound pierces through the foggy darkness that surrounds me. At first, I try to ignore it and stay in the comforting blackness, but eventually, the noise annoys me so much that I force my eyes open over the protestations of my body.
Blinking to try to clear my vision, I can see that I’m in a white-walled room that smells of disinfectant and of my pack. I know this room, or at least this building: I’m in the pack hospital, but in my rather groggy state, I have no idea why. Did I hurt myself? I can’t even remember the last thing I remember.
“She’s awake.” The voice isn’t familiar to me, and I turn my head towards the sound, trying to see who it is. A young man in a white coat stands there, speaking to someone else, and when I look a little further
