Chapter 17

Crystina’s POV

The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the white ceiling and wall. It took a while for my brain to register where I was. The bed right beside me and the little tag on the door gave it away that I was at the Pack’s hospital. I was so weak that I could barely feel my body. It was as if I’d been made into a punching bag. I tried sitting up, but the pressure on my right side made me stop. When I looked down, I was staring at Luka, who was in turn, staring outside through the window, not realizing that I was staring at him.

He was holding my hand tightly, radiating an unexplainable warmth to every part of my body. My eyes went wide as I took in the scene. Unexpectedly, I withdrew my hand from his, and that got his attention. I quickly sat up and looked away from him.

“You’re awake? How do you feel?” He placed his large palm on my forehead, and that made me look at his face involuntarily. His eyebrows were drawn together, and a deep