Luca's POV
My head hurt as I came to. I had just one thing on my mind. My mate. I had to find her. I had to see her again.
My head was a mess, a jumble of scattered pieces of knowledge. They flowed freely like shredded paper tossing around in the wind.
I pushed myself out of bed. My back ached badly as I slipped my feet into the pair of slippers at the foot of the bed. My whole body felt light as I staggered to the door. It groaned as I pushed it open.
“When did my door get this squeaky?” I remember thinking. I didn't know for how long I'd been passed out.
“Luca?” I heard someone call me. The excitement in his voice was unmistakable. “What are you doing up?” his eyes washed all over me. It was Karl. He held me by the shoulders. “The healer said you needed to rest.”
“Healer?”
“Yes
