The last time I had felt something like a wet rag on my face, I had woken up to the sight of my little sister at two a.m. It was weeks ago, but I still remembered the exact feeling from that day but this time, when I opened my eyes, there was no Jessy, just Jake. I groaned in a loud voice and he smiled awkwardly.
“You’re awake,” He said. The smell of blood assailed my nostrils and the blood was on his hands, dried around his knuckles. “I didn’t think wolves could faint,” He said. I scrambled upright, eager to put as much distance as was possible between the two of us. My back hit the headboard of his bed and I groaned at the contact. My body still hurt, little pinpricks of pains stabbing at me with every breath I took in.
“Hey, easy there,” His hands reached out to me and like a fright
