Tanya's POV
My leg dangling from the hospital bed in one of the pack's private wards, I picked on the material of the jean trousers I had on beneath a long-sleeved pink chiffon blouse that had pointed ends that were tied at my midriff.
A boom box was playing Benjackson Troy's song Ella at a low volume. It had been two weeks since the fiasco with the twins' uncle and though a little time had elapsed the thought of that day still had anger coursing through my veins.
Nelly was getting discharged, the doctor had just left after confirming her fit to leave the hospital. In spite of the fact I was still apprehensive of her physical health, I could see great improvement and though I disapproved, I knew the pack doctor was right.
