Caleb
Everything hurts, even the nails on my toes are in pain. I want to move but there is pressure on my chest preventing me. Memories from the attack swamp my mind and for a moment I want to jump up and fight, but then I smell Aria and I relax.
I pry my heavy eyelids open and stare at the white ceiling and hear the beeping of the monitors. I must be in the clinic.
“It was the worst night of my life,” Aria whispers and I realize she is laying with her head on my chest as her finger traces circles on my arm. I want to say something, but she continues before I can manage the words. “Watching you laying there and I couldn't do anything. It brings things into perspective. You nearly died, and I … you cannot die, you hear me? I forbid you to. The pack needs you and I do too. The pack now kn
