Chapter Fifty-Two
Trina’s POV
The pack doctor saunters in a moment after Logan leaves the hallway, asking me certain questions about what I can remember. I sit on my bed while he grabs the seat nearest to the bed, pointing a light into my eyes until he is satisfied with the outcome. Next, he brings out a notebook and begins reading the questions, like it will in any way, aid my current situation. It is almost a laughable sight – watching him grapple to understand a non-existent problem, while I play along, my eyes portraying cluelessness and a sprinkle of fatigue. He feels bad for me at some point but knows that he has to keep on pushing if we are to get anywhere today.
“Alpha Logan called me early this morning to tell me that you remembered you used to drink wine all the time,” he murm
