“Freya, Freya?”
“She needs time to heal, Alpha. The bullet was silver, and steeped in wolfsbane, it might take some time for her body to reject it.”
“I don’t have time; I need her to wake up so we can figure out who’s after her.”
“You’re lucky she’s even alive right now; a little to the left and it would’ve hit her heart. Just go home, Alpha, she should be awake in a few hours.”
A door slammed, making me jump.
“Freya? If you can hear me? Can you open your eyes for me?”, a female voice said softly.
My eyelids fluttered a few times, then opened. There was a woman standing next to me, her white coat flooding her tiny frame, “Who are you?”, I croaked.
“I’m Doctor Compton, but everyone just calls me Elle. How are you feeling?”
I pulled myself into a sitting position
