Emma's POV
I woke up feeling like my head had been run over by a truck. My body felt weirdly heavy, and the moment I opened my eyes, a bright white ceiling came into view. For a second, I thought I was dreaming or something. Then it hit me—I was in a hospital. But this place? It wasn’t the clinic back in the Full Moon Pack.
My stomach twisted as I sat up slowly, wincing when a sharp pain shot through my side. What the hell happened to me? I racked my brain, trying to remember. The party. Yeah, the last thing I remembered was Alpha Damon’s big fancy party for Camila, his… mate.
I’d been there, working the drinks table like usual, sneaking glances at Damon while trying to act like I didn’t care. Which, of course, was a total lie. I cared too much, and it sucked. Then… nothing. My memory
