Willa’s POV
There was a pounding in my head, like a hammer to a nail. It continued pounding until my semi-conscious state was reeling in anger to wake up and take care of the pain. Lifting my hand to my forehead, I could feel the constant racking of my brain. “Ouch,” I whined, feeling the tears reaching the corners of my eyes. Why was I feeling so terrible?
Groaning, I rolled over and landed into a hard chest. Squinting my eyes so the sunlight didn’t rip my brain half I saw Orion’s perfectly sculpted chest. I couldn’t believe how perfect his body was, not a single scar. Werewolves were known for their fighting and quick healing abilities, sometimes they healed so quickly it would leave tiny white scars on their bodies. That didn’t happen with the fae. Even though they didn’t have as quic
