Nina
I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the massive window of the spare bedroom that Enzo had taken me to the night before. As my memories of what happened in the forest slowly began to flood back, I remembered everything: Ronan being a werewolf and nearly dying, my chase with the stalker ending in her falling to her death, and being teleported for the first time. It all felt like a bizarre, and horrible, dream.
Feeling a pit in my stomach and hoping that no one else died in the night while I was sleeping, I quickly crawled out of the enormous king-sized bed and looked around for my clothes.
After I looked around for a minute, I finally found my clothes; they had already been washed and dried, and were folded neatly on a chair by the window. Had Enzo done this fo
