Chapter Sixty-Five
Ana
I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile, white ceiling indicating that I was lying inside a room at the pack hospital. The memory of the blinding headlights and the screeching tires flashed through my mind. As I instinctively tried to shift my weight and sit up on the mattress, a gentle hand pressed against my shoulder, and a soft, familiar voice urged me to stay still.
"Please, Ana, just lie back down and rest," the voice said quietly. "You are absolutely not in a great physical shape to be moving around right now."
I blinked against the bright lights, slowly tilting my head up, and realized the person sitting by my bedside was my mother. A wave of complicated emotions hit my chest. Why on earth was she the one sitting here watching over me? I scanned the rest o
