Twenty Five

Calla’s POV

The sounds of people chattering made me open my eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a dull ache all over my body. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurry.

I groaned, trying to move my arms and legs, but they felt heavy and weak.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I was lying in a hospital bed.

"Where am I?" I called out weakly. "What happened?"

A maid rushed to my bedside, a concerned expression on her face. "You're in the private clinic of the pack mansion, Miss Calla," she said. "You were brought here three days ago by Alpha Lucian."

My eyes widened in surprise. Three days? I couldn't believe that I had been out for so long. I tried to recall what had happened, but my mind was foggy.

"Lucian?" I repeated, confused. "What about him?"

"He's been here every day since you arrived," the maid said with a smile. "He's been very worried about you."

As if on cue, Lucian walked into the room, holding the big teddy bear that I had won at the amusement park. I smiled