---POV Esa---
I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember how I got here. Here in the hospital that is. The room was pure white with yellow-tan curtains partially covering the windows and equally bland furniture surrounding my bed. The beeping of the machines was a good sign. I could at least say I was alive. At some point in the fight, my wolf kept fighting for control, but it almost felt like Lydia wasn’t alone. It was almost unbearable to hold back, but I couldn’t come across as spiteful or I would have been no better than my challenger. I didn’t want to use my wolf to rip her head off. We did not confirm or deny if we were allowed to use our shifted form and I would not be made out as an easy way-out kind of person. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but that was the least of my wo
