Jake’s POV
I woke up with a start, every muscle in my body tense, ready for a fight. I blinked a few times, confused, when I saw a drop ceiling and fluorescent lights and not the back of a moving van.
Ruth, Sienna, Claire, and Ian… they didn’t seem to be here. Glancing around, I saw Amelia and some healers, a few I recognized, some I didn’t.
Slowly, my mind filled in some of the missing pieces. I remembered being stabbed. I remembered falling…
I lifted my hand to my chest to find it was now bandaged in white gauze. It hurt – a lot, like it was still fresh – but the knife itself was gone, which was a blessing.
“Your sister saved you,” Mom said. “You should have seen it. She tapped into your wolf and gave it the temporary strength it needed to repel the knife.”
Amelia blushed a little.
