Lyra
My eyes fluttered open, and the bright light that met them made my head spin.
Caine was by my bedside, worry etched across his face.
“Thank the goddess. You’re awake. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up.”
“Where…” I stared groggily but didn’t finish the sentence as he answered for me. “You are at the pack’s hospital. You passed out when I carried you, but you’re okay now.”
“Okay.”
“How are you feeling? Do you feel pain anywhere? Is there something you need? Water? Food?” He asked at once.
“I’m fine. I only need you to help me up.”
“Okay," he said, gently lifting me up on the bed, propping the pillow at my back so I was comfortable.
“Thank you.” I blinked, trying to focus through the fog barely lifting from my eyes. A sharp pain shot to my head as I did, but I didn’t
