Lila’s POV
I woke up groggily in a different bed than when I passed out in. I felt a stinging in my head, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t manage.
I groaned miserably for a moment as I reached for my head and felt a tight bandage wrapped around it.
“Don’t move too much, Lila Bean,” I heard the familiar and comforting voice of my mother from beside me. “You’ve gone through the wringer and your wolf isn’t fully healed yet.”
I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright lighting of the room until my eyes adjusted and I was able to see that I was in a hospital. My mother stood at my bedside with worry clear in her eyes, but she also looked relieved to see that I was awake.
“Welcome back, sweetie,” she breathed, leaning down and kissing the top of my head.
“Mom?” I whispered hoarsely.
