I awake in bed in the penthouse. I am in the second room that I had originally planned on staying in. I stretch out my arms, feeling achy but overall not horrible. I look at my bite marks and they are almost completely healed, though they will scar. I stand and throw shorts on over my underwear and walk out into the hallway. There is silence. I walk to Emileen’s room and open the door to see Serena and Dr. Dahl, the pack doctor, sitting by the window talking. Emileen is in bed, hooked up to an IV and bruised badly. I run to her side and climb in next to her, taking her hand. “Good morning.” Dr. Dahl calls. “Morning,” I respond, not bothering to look over at him. “You mate is recovering fine. She will have a scar on her head from where she hit it. It was no small gash. Took
