Ava’s Point of View
I roll onto my back with a frustrated groan before throwing my arm over my eyes.
This is hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.
I have been lying here for hours.
Tossing and turning.
Closing my eyes, and opening them again.
And somehow I keep getting more awake instead of less.
My brain just will not shut up.
Every single time I get close to drifting off, my mind immediately goes back to the hospital.
To the patient, James, that was brought in.
To the way everyone looked at Luna for guidance.
To the fact that he called her Alpha.
To the fact that this is not the first time that someone has called her that.
And then there was her reaction afterward, or lack of one to be more precise.
The second things calmed down, I tried asking her about it, and she shut me down
