Chapter Forty Eight
The horrors of the alter side of your wolf.
Mint Hearst’s Point of View
This seemed to be a more stable type of waking up.
Instead of waking up with the c***k of light blazing through my eyes, I found myself coping with the darkness. From the sheer difference of things, I am aware that I woke up much earlier than I should have. My eyes wanted to check the side of the bed, but I was quick to remember that we were not back in our room.
Right now, I am in the infirmary.
Leighton should still be asleep by now. I wanted to see him.
“No, you don’t have to do that.” I heard his voice clear as day, making my eyes moved to the direction of the voice, and I am nothing but surprised to see that he had set his personal office in my room. He was swamped with work as he
