Freya's POV
The air always carried the scent of pungent antiseptic, and as I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by whiteness.
I was about to sit up when I noticed a sharp pain in my shoulder and neck. Wincing, I instinctively reached for the source of the pain, realizing I was in the middle of a pristine white hospital room.
Rubbing my head, I was haunted by vague memories as if I had seen Kingsley before passing out.
Kingsley, what on earth had I been dreaming about?
My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted by a cacophonous commotion in the hallway. The owner of the voice seemed rather irate, and it appeared that a large crowd had gathered on the ground floor.
"How is my mate? I warn you, if anything goes wrong with her, I won't spare you!"