It was so quiet in the hospital room one could hear a pin drop. Jensen Tapped her fingers against the bed, as the two wolves pulled chairs on either side of the bed.
Although she had the best nose in the area, she was only human. There was no use in trying to scent any emotions from the wolves, for they hid their emotions well, especially her asshole professor.
“So,” Owen began, with a furrowed brow,
“How are you feeling, “Jensy,” he sat forward as Connor leaned back in his chair, long legs crossed at his ankles in a lazy posture.
Jensen wasn’t sure how to answer. Her body ached all over, her wrists hurt, her stomach was growling for food, and she was sure her auburn hair was a tangled mess, oh and she desperately needed to brush her teeth. As well as smelling like midnight in a barnya
