CHAPTER 89. Return

  Everything that happened after was in a blur. I could recall glimpses of Isaiah helping me up and him turning back into a wolf to carry me on his back. I could remember more familiar scents and voices calling out to me but other than that, nothing. It was either hunger or the effects of the drug that caused me to lose consciousness but even then, Isaiah’s warmth remained lingering on my body and mind.

  When I woke up, the sounds of chirping birds greeted me as well as the soft morning rays seeping through the slightly parted curtains. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes before slowly pushing myself up into a seated position. I was in a room I was not familiar with, on a bed I knew did not belong to me.

  The door to the room was then pushed open as a young lady walked in, not paying attention while she carried a stack of clean towels.

  “Anne?” I called out, my voice was painfully raspy.