Nefretiri
"I am so sorry," I say for the millionth time. Jayla, the she-wolf who would be my nurse while I stayed here, laughs.
"It's alright, sugar, no harm done." She pulls the covers down on the bed, and with a sigh, I climb in, still feeling terrible about scratching her.
When Luke pulled Ivan out of the room, it felt like I couldn't breathe, as if he'd taken my soul with him. Then the nurses came in, and I'd lost my mind. Of course, they were trying to help, but it hadn't mattered then. Anyone who got between Ivan and me had to be destroyed. Yes, I was a lunatic.
