LOVETH’S POV
The stark whiteness of the ceiling greeted me as I opened my eyes, confirming my return to Sandrino’s pack. Strangely, there was no pain—none at all. Had the circumstances been different, I might have asked about the type of painkillers they’d used; whatever it was, it was astoundingly effective.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, but my vision blurred, and I stumbled. The fall felt inevitable, but strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.
“Careful,” said an unfamiliar voice.
I pulled away instinctively. The man before me had thick brown hair and hazel eyes that sparkled with an unassuming kindness. He was beautiful, his presence almost comforting—but I wasn’t foolish enough to be deceived. No matter how kind he seemed, he was still one of them.
“Let
