Dale’s POV
I woke in an unfamiliar bed. That was the first thing I noticed.
That and the fact that I was not dead. Panic rose in my chest as I tried to move but found my movement restricted. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my brain to remember the last thing I saw but nothing came.
The last thing I recalled was getting sliced.
There was no question in my head about what has happened, because it had been pretty clear. I had felt the pain in my shoulders first and then struggled to shut Amber out before she felt it too but it was too late.
Then I had felt my body start to shut down. My wolf had gone down first, even now, I couldn’t feel him the way I was supposed to. He was in my chest, but he was sleeping, dormant in a way I never felt before.
When I opened my eyes again, I blinked until my vision adjusted and cleared enough that I found Amber sleeping peacefully next to me.
She was dressed in the same clothes she had worn the last time I saw her. When exactly was that even?
