Zezi woke up to the smell of drugs and the sharp smell of antiseptics. She found herself on a bed that wasn't all too familiar and within four walls that she didn't know.
Her sight was a little blurry, while she tried hard to take in everything she could see. There was a man by the window. She couldn't see him clearly, he had his back turned to her and the light from the window made it hard to be accurate. Joy spurred through her heart when the image came close to the one she had in her mind. A kind of fire laced her skin.
Was all that happened to her a dream, a nightmare she had finally been able to get away from? Had she been knocked out during training, and now waking up in the hospital of her pack?
She looked up at the person by the window side again. The fire that crossed through her fire, igniting the longer she stared at him.
Strange.
She did love George but never had her body reacted towards him.
This was absolutely new feeling, she loved it.