Jensen stood in the little garden outside of the pack hospital. Dr. Richards, being the kind and caring woman she was, had allowed her a respite.
Standing there in her ridiculous nightclothes, courtesy of Connor, she observed all the flowers and shrubs.
“Beautiful,” she smiled, her long auburn hair blowing in the wind.
“Yes it is,” Jayce said. It had been three days since she had awakened. Connor and Owen had assigned him as her ‘bodyguard’, and he had been at her bedside or by her side ever since.
Connor hadn’t been back to see her, and she was too embarrassed to ask about him, but he had sent the two she-wolves that guarded her before with several new gowns, nightshirts, shorts. Socks and underwear, so now she was out in the garden dressed in a Cheshire cat top and striped shorts, an
