Allison'POV
I stared at the discharge papers in my hand —part relieved, part antsy.
Two days in that hospital bed had felt like a decade, my wolf Jasmine pacing restlessly in the back of my mind the whole time, growling at the sterile smells and the lack of fresh air.
The second the nurse handed me my bag, I practically sprinted for the exit, only slowing down when Bella's car honked twice from the parking lot.
She rolled down the window, her red hair catching the sunlight like a flame, and grinned. “Finally! I was this close to breaking you out—pack laws be damned.”
She nodded at the passenger seat, where a paper bag from my favorite diner sat, steam curling out of the top. “Got you a bacon cheeseburger. Extra fries. Doctor's orders… okay, fine, my orders. But you did ju
