Trinity POV“Thank you, Becca. I’ve wanted to come back here since I saw it the last time. It is so much prettier in the day. It was amazing at night too, but I like this more.”The corners of my mouth curl upwards as my eyes eagerly roam over the area. The various floral scents from the different flowers swirl around us and fill my lungs. While the buzz of bees and the chirping of birds add an additional layer to the magnificent garden, which I wish I could have had that first night with Lance. Becca pushes the wheelchair further into the garden. “When did you get up here to see it before? I was told you haven’t left your room.”My gaze falls upon the various rose bushes at the back. My grin widens as I reply, “Lance brought me up here.”The wheelchair suddenly stops. “Did you say Lance brought you up here?”While still soaking in all the beautiful things and lost in a happy daze, I nod. “Yeah. He had come in when I was trying to walk and caught me as my legs gave out. H

Alpha Edward POVRelief washes over me, and tears well up in my eyes. My voice cracks as I whisper, “I’m so happy to hear your voice again.” I have more things I want to say, but the words are lodged in my throat. A turmoil of emotions slams into me. I’ve been waiting to hear her voice again. It would be better if I could go see her, but the council doesn’t think it is a good idea right now. As soon as it is safe, I’ll be right by her side.I’m thankful the council gave me her new number. She whimpers, “Father.” Her vulnerable voice pulls at me, and I want to go to her and shield her from everything. With tears sliding down my face, a smile carves along my mouth. I clear my throat and choke down the turmoil inside of me. “Yes, it is me. How are you doing? Are you fully healed?”The line goes quiet except for a few muffled sniffles. My heart pounds. Please, let her be alright. Please.She softly replies, “My body has healed, but I’m not completely healed yet. Thanks to

Trinity POVMy eyes flicker open, and I stare up at the white ceiling for a few moments. My conversation with my father flashes through my head. When is he going to call me again? I wouldn’t complain if he wants to call me all the time. I have nothing else to do. Unless Becca or Lance come, I don’t have anyone else to talk to. The staff is nice, but I really can’t talk to them much. Becca might be my physical therapist, but she has such a pleasant personality and is very friendly. When I’m around her, I feel like we’ve known each other for years, instead of days. I kick the sheets up to break the tight hold they have on me. My breath suddenly hitches, and my focus shifts to my feet. Did I just move them without having any problems? The biggest hurdle I have with physical therapy is my body’s inability to move properly, my feet in particular. I nibble on my lower lip as I stare at the sheet and my feet. Maybe it was a fluke. Nibbling my lip harder, almost biting it, I tr

Trinity POVI slowly lick my lips. Hmmm…A sweet, alluring taste lingers, but I don’t know why. I didn’t eat any sweets last night, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. It has been happening every morning for the last several days. Each morning I wake feeling alive and better than the previous day. My body doesn’t ache, and I feel like I could go run through the forest without a problem. I shake my head and sit up in bed. I wish I knew what the taste was from. If I did, I would make sure I had more of it every day. Something nudges me at the back of my mind, but it is followed by silence, which I’ve grown to hate with every fiber in my body. I ignore it and march to the bathroom. Along the way, I glance at the nightstand and my phone. Disappointment bubbles up when there is no flashing light to signal me for a new message. When is Lance going to come and visit me again? He had come every day, but then he just stopped and without telling me why. Does he hate

Trinity POVIt is like a dream. However, I could have sworn I said something in my sleep, but it must be a dream. There is no way I would talk in my sleep. Right? I’ve never done it before. Reluctantly, I open my eyes and stare up at the white ceiling. My head fills with countless thoughts about what I thought had happened last night. None of them makes any sense, though. But then again, it seems so real that I couldn’t have been dreaming it. The same sweet taste lingers in my mouth like the previous days, but this time there is also an alluring smell hanging in the air and floating around me. Warmth slides across my lips. I lightly touch my lips, hoping to find the answers. Instead, my stomach flutters while the warmth spreads across my face. What the heck is happening to me? I grasp at any hint as to why, but nothing provides me the answers I’m wanting. Frustrated, I kick the sheets off me and head into the bathroom for my morning routine. Maybe a nice warm showe