I don’t remember exactly how long I stayed out, staring into the darkness in front of me, deciding whether to leave this place or not. In the end, fatigue overwhelmed me and I fell asleep. Strong hands lifted me and carried me back to the pack-house. I tried to resist, but my body felt heavy and I wasn’t able to open my eyes again.
“Open the door.” I heard a strong commanding voice. The scent of my room hit me and at the same time I felt kind of comfortable and safe. Someone had placed a soft blanket over me and I let my mind drift away, deeper into the soothing darkness. The only thing I was sure about, was that the person who carried me wasn’t Adrian. I would feel the electric impulses and butterflies in my stomach and I felt nothing of the sort when I was being carried, but at the same
