Dylan's POV
I wake up and realize I’m in a hospital. The ceiling is unfamiliar. My head feels like it weighs a ton, and my entire body throbs, especially my stomach. But then her name hits me like a freight train.
Anna.
I sit up too fast and nearly scream as pain rips through my side. I grab at the spot where the bullet tore through me. Gods, what was in that thing? Wolfsbane? Silver? Whatever it was, it burned. But none of that matters. All I can think about is Anna.
Is she safe? Did she survive?
She would have died if I hadn’t jumped in front of that bullet. She would’ve been gone. Just the thought tightens something around my chest.
I try to swing my legs over the bed when the door flies open. Chris storms in and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me upright.
“You’re awake,”
