I stare in the mirror at the ugly red gashes that cover my abdomen and sigh. They’ve healed well, but I’ll be left with the unsightly scars for the rest of my life. It’s been nearly four months since I got out of the hospital. After waking up, they had kept me there for several days until I said I was worried Alpha Jarek wasn’t getting enough proper sleep on the small cot they had dragged into the room. He refused to leave me, which I both found endearing and aggravating since it was obviously taking a toll on him. The doctor agreed to let me go home, as long as I stayed in the pack house. Since Nott was now allowed to live there, too, I readily agreed.
My mom had been staying at my place while I had been in the hospital. Apparently, werewolves don’t really bother her in small doses, but
