Anastasia's POV
I sighed, brushing my fingers lightly over the healing scar on my arm. A knock sounded at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Come in," I called softly.
The door creaked open, and Landon stepped inside a smile crept on my face although I thought it would be Jayden, but I was glad Landon was here.
“Landon!” I screeched, but regretted it when my inside burned.
Damn those warriors, for putting me in this state.
“Hey,” he said cheerfully, holding up a small basket filled with neatly wrapped items. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“No, not at all,” I replied, sitting up a little straighter. “Come in.”
He stepped closer, his grin widening. “I’m Landon. One of the pack warriors. I live here, in the east wing. I heard you were finally awake and thought I’d drop by.”
