CHAPTER 98: YOU'RE NEEDED AT THE PACK HOUSE
AMANDA'S POV:
I stretched my arms over my head, the sheets rustling against my skin as I slowly sat up. The spot next to me was empty, the pillow still bearing the slight indentation of Donovan’s head. He was gone, as I’d expected, but the scent of him lingered, a proof that last night hadn't been a hallucination.
I dragged myself out of bed, my feet feeling much better thanks to the doctor’s salve, though they were still a bit tender. I made my way to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The bruise on my temple was a dark, ugly purple, but for the first time in months, my eyes didn't look completely hollow. I brushed my teeth and stepped into a warm shower, letting the water wash away the lingering grime and the p
