Chapter Eleven
Laila’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the storm outside had settled into a quiet, grey morning drizzle.
I was tucked flush against a wall of pure, radiating heat. One of Zane’s heavy arms was anchored firmly around my waist, his broad hand resting flat against my bare stomach. My back was pressed to his solid chest, his deep, rhythmic breathing vibrating right against my spine.
I froze, my pulse instantly jumping into my throat.
Memory came crashing back in a hot wave—the freezing rain, the premature wolf-fever, and the desperate way he had held me through the night to keep my body from burning out. The fever was completely gone, leaving only a heightened awareness of every inch of skin where his body touched mine.
I shifted slightly, trying to slip out from under his wei
