Chapter 34
I woke up in Mason's bed.
Not in a romantic way—unfortunately—but in a “you collapsed in front of the entire pack and we're not sure if you're dying” way. The morning light streaming through his windows felt too bright, and my head pounded like I'd been hit by a truck.
Mason sat in a chair beside the bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, and his hair was messier than I'd ever seen it.
“How long was I out?” I croaked, my voice sounding like sandpaper.
“Eighteen hours,” he said, immediately moving closer. “How do you feel?”
I took inventory. Tired, achy, but otherwise fine. What was weird was that I could remember everything from last night's transformation with perfect clarity.
“Mason,” I said slowly, “I remember being in wolf form.”
His
