Talis POV
It’s the smell that gives me my first clue about where I am. That and the jute rug digging into my belly. After opening my eyes, I wait for the haziness and the blurred vision to clear. For several seconds I do nothing but stare at the way the sunlight dances over a single bed covered with a shabby-looking pink comforter.
At that moment, any lingering doubt I’ve been harboring about where I am evaporates. And then I know. I’m home.
No. Not home. I’m back in the Merrick pack.
Even though I’m in no hurry to move, the jute rug is making me itch like crazy, so I roll onto my back to scratch at my belly. Only, the second I do, any need to scratch takes a backseat to someone hammering at my temples, but more urgently, my stomach roiling in a way that can only mean one thing.
I’m
