LENA POV
I hated hospitals. I hated packs.
My fingers tightened instinctively around the paper cup in my hands as I stood near the large window of the pack infirmary, staring outside at the gray morning sky.
Rain thin as fog had started pouring out from the sky in the last hour. We'd gone from a bright sun... to this...
Of course.
Very cinematic of the universe.
“You should sit down.”
I closed my eyes.
There he was again.
Elias.
Following me around like a giant, overprotective dog since the second I woke up this morning.
Annoying.
Huge.
Infuriatingly gentle.
I took a slow sip of coffee before answering.
“You should mind your own business.”
“I am,” he replied calmly behind me.
I turned slowly.
Big mistake.
Because there he was.
Tall.
Dark hair slightly messy like he’d
