Rebekah's POV
I felt myself being surrounded by feminine women after I was laid down on a comfortable soft bed, something my body had not gotten accustomed to due to spending so much time sleeping on the bench in the prison cell. I felt my whole worries slipped away. My body just found it's peace and I wasn't ready to let that go. Just as i was about to drift into sleep, A familiar voice jolted me awake.
"She's going to be fine, right?" Reagan asked one of the women.
"I don't know yet, she's losing a lot of blood, even after stitching her up I doubt… this girl is pale and has weak bones." The nurse stumbled over her words.
"That is not what I asked." Reagan said assertively. "I will ask you this again, is my mate going to be okay? Is your Luna going to be fine?" The moment he spoke to the nurse about me being his Luna, I saw the shock and surprise in her eyes.
