The next time I woke up, I was on the couch and someone was standing over me tending to the wound on my forehead. I had never met the person but he cleaned my wounds with expert precision and care. I tried to open my mouth to speak but he shook his head in a silent plea for me to be quiet. My body ached all over and my eyes threatened to close again but I forced myself to keep them open.
Once he was done cleaning me, he stood to his feet and cleared his throat. “She is awake.”
There was a flurry of movements then I felt Darius’ presence beside me. He squatted next to me and reached out a hand to softly stroke my hair out of my face. His touch was comforting and that was when I realized I was still in his living room. Everyone was pacing and it took me a second to realize I hadn’t been out for so long.
Most of them were already healed and I knew it was because of their werewolf healing. I tried to sit up and although Darius tried to stop me, I ignored him and made my way into a sitti