Chapter 31
Raine
The morning sun slipped through the cracks of the curtains, painting thin golden lines across the floor.
I sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from my eyes. My body still ached from yesterday’s attack, but it was nothing compared to the weight sitting on my chest.
The images of that attack kept flashing in my mind, Jackson bleeding to death in my arms, the snarls of those rogues in the trees, and worse of all, my uselessness, again.
I drew in a slow breath and stood up, wincing slightly as my bare feet touched the cool floor. I wasn’t going to lie in bed all day while Jackson was in the infirmary, possibly fighting for his life.
No.
I needed to see him.
I grabbed an oversized cardigans folded near the wardrobe and pulled it over my tank top, wrapping myself in the so
