I woke with a sore throat and my head pulsing and swimming. My eyelids were heavy when I tried to open them. My room blurred into view and I scrambled to remember how I had gotten here but had nothing.
Was it all a dream?
“Simone,” a soft, thundering voice skittered over me and lit me up from within. “You’re awake.”
I nodded or thought I did, my lids drifting shut.
Ezra.
I f.orced my eyes open when his presence registered. I craved his face. I needed him to tell me it was real. His beautiful dark features drifted in and out of view.
“You lose a lot of blood, my love.” A cool hand pressed against my forehead and then my cheek. I tried to turn toward it.
“The pack doctor gave you something to help you sleep so your wolf could heal you after you were treated,” he explained.
“How long?
