Hadley’s POV
A groan of pain leaves my lips as I inch my eyelids open, scrunching up my eyes against the gritty feeling of my own eyeballs.
My whole body hurts, aches like I’ve been training for three days straight, which is something I did just after my parents died, a way to deal with the pain and insomnia of losing them. It is easier to deal with the physical pain of screaming muscles and ripped open knuckles than the slice through my heart at being alone.
I try to pull up in my mind, why do I feel so awful, did I go out drinking or something? Did I get into a state? Did Lee and Caden carry me home? Instinctively, I reach out a hand to the side, feeling for the warmth of my mate but finding nothing but cold flat flooring beneath my questing fingers. My eyes open fully, though it make
