Chapter 7
Trista's POV
When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I smelled was the damp stone and bitter herbs of the healing cavern.
"Trista?" Wynn was leaning over the bed, her eyes bloodshot. "Don't move. The pack doctor just put you on an IV to stabilize your pheromones."
She pressed a glass of water to my lips. As the cool liquid hit my parched throat, I finally started to feel a flicker of life again.
Alaina, Cassian's mother, was there too, looking at me with a mix of pity and worry. "The doctor said your wolf is exhausted from the emotional stress. You just need to rest for a few days."
I scanned the cold stone walls and let out a dry, hollow laugh. "He just dropped me off and left without a second look, didn't he?"
Wynn dodged my gaze, stammering. "It... it was me. I w
