Chapter 250. Woebegone

Valen’s POV

My eyes snapped open, looking up at the wooden beams in the ceiling in confusion.

This was Wolkrane.

I can’t be here. Not when I promised Raina to be home by 9 P.M. daily. My head pounded with hazy memories, and I missed her pleasantly cool scent so badly. With her beautiful burgundy...

Oh, fuck!

I bolted up from the bed, and pain exploded on my side, spasming up and down my torso. Immediately, I glanced down at the three stitches that I just accidentally ripped, blood trickling down my side and into my gray sweatpants.

Angry at myself for not knowing how long I’d been asleep, I yanked the IV line from my arm.

Cursing silently while gritting my teeth against the agony, I barged out of the bedroom, ignoring the trail of blood I left on the umber-weave pattern of the vinyl plank flooring.

Dizzy waves swept over me as I descended the stairs, determined for someone to tell me that it was a damn nightmare. That