Thirty-Five
Erin woke up to the constant beep of a monitor. The smell of disinfectant was sour in her nose. With memories flitting through her mind, she was disorientated and unsure where she was. It was several moments before she recalled everything that happened. ‘Eir? How much time did we lose?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ her wolf answered, tired but seemingly alert. ‘I don’t think we lost much. We’ve been well cared for.’ ‘Have we?’ ‘You are still waking up, so you might not have realized it,’ Eir said. ‘We are in the pack hospital. They’ve given us fluids and excellent care. Mate has not left our side.’ ‘He hasn’t?’ ‘Can’t you feel it?’ Erin wondered what her wolf was talking about. Then she felt the tingles running up her arm from her fingers. Someone was holding her hand, rubbing it with their thum
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