I don't know how long I was out, but when I came back to myself, I was lying on something soft. My wolf had retreated, leaving me with a body that felt surprisingly better than before. The shift had helped, just as Ragnar said it would.
Opening my eyes, I realized I was back in my room, tucked into bed. Someone had dressed me in a loose t-shirt and shorts. Janet, probably. The thought of Ragnar doing it made my cheeks burn.
Speaking of the devil, a knock on the door caught my attention.
"Come in," I called, pushing myself up against the headboard.
Ragnar walked in, carrying a tray of food. His eyes immediately found mine, concern written all over his face.
"You passed out," he said bluntly, setting the tray down beside me. "Your wolf took over completely."
I nodded, reaching for the
