I rolled over burying my face in the softest pillow I had ever used. Let’s not forget that the softest pillow ever also smelled delicious. The unmistakable scent of leather and black licorice was all around me. It was like I was engulfed in it. I was about to slip back into dreamland when reality slapped me in the face. I sat up with a start to see I was in a room and by scent alone I knew who the room belonged to. I jumped off the bed which was a terrible idea. I grabbed onto the headboard when my legs threatened to give out. I looked around trying to figure out how the f**k I ended up here in his damn room. I sat down on the chair as hazy memories began to filter through my mind. The shoot out at the warehouse. That guy coming out of nowhere and tearing my side open. A giant wolf with br
