Jayson's P.O.V
Katerina sat opposite us in a large chair, with a smile that suggested she could start crying again any moment. She hid her face behind a clipboard she made appear, pretending to write things down.
"Firstly, are either of you in any sort of pain?" She asks behind her clipboard.
"I'm fine. There was a little sting when I opened my eyes," Felicia says looking up to me, "but I'm fine now."
"And you Jayson?"
"It was horrible at first. Everything came all at once, but now, it's fine now." I say, not taking my eyes off of Felicia. I wanted to take her away so we could be alone and talk.
"How much do you remember?" She asks almost gently, as if touching still water.
"All of it." I say looking away for a moment. "Our pack, my family, our time running, my time stuck as a wolf, the things I did … "
"That wasn't your fault." Felicia says quickly but I can't meet her eyes. Not with what I did to her adoptive father.
