Chapter 28

Just a dream?

It was the first thought that came to mind as soon as I opened my eyes. The sun was already at its peak; the room was already bright and toasty and nobody bothered to wake me. I was hungry, but still too weak to get up. I raised my hand to ring the bell on the headboard when I noticed the bandage on my palm. It was as if a dam burst and the memories came flooding in. I sat up, panting, eyes wide in fear and grasping at my neck where I was sure the werewolf bit me. Nothing. Not even a scratch.

What happened?

I swept my eyes around the room, looking for signs of the beast, but there were none. Jasper, however, was in the corner of the room, near the door, with his arms folded across his chest. His hair was down and he was looking at the floor, his face serious.

“You’re awake?” a voice said, and I flinched, turning my head towards Henry, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. He was hunched over, his elbows resting on his thighs, his gaze fixed on the carpeted floor. My