CHAPTER TWELVE

A soft golden glow filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden light across the room. Elisa groaned, rolling over as the unfamiliar scent of crisp pine and something deeper, something distinctly masculine, lingered in the air.The bed beneath her was too soft, the sheets too crisp and silky. Her body ached, her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, the exhaustion of the past few days seemed to have caught up with her now that her body and brain has had time to properly rest.

Her mind felt sluggish as she cracked her eyes open, blinking away the haze of sleep. Where…?

The events of the last forty eight hours rushed back. The attack. Cael. The pack house.