CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The sound of someone making a phone call in the background woke me up. I startled awake trying to remember where I was.

The room was stark white. Everything from the sheets to the curtains to the hung paintings on the wall.

There was a balcony with the doors open and a wind blew the curtains here and there over and over again.

I slowly sat up, registering that I had a slight headache. That was odd, wolves hardly ever had headaches, that must have been a shit ton of tranquillisers.

"You are awake," a voice said.

A young man I had never seen was standing beside me, it was his voice that had woken me up.

He nodded before walking away, and I heard his voice again as he made another phone call

It wasn't long before the doors bustled open and in walked Mr Gregory and a man had never seen before.

Their eyes were trained on me as they walked closer till they stood next to me on the bed.

"You look okay" Mr Gregory broke the silence

His gaze searched my face and features, almost as if he was