AMELIA’S P.O.V
My head was pounding. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull and had turned it into their personal construction ground. I lifted a hand to my face trying to block out the bright rays of light hitting me. I wasn’t sure what had happened but I felt immensely weak. It felt like a chore to even open my eyes.
I couldn’t feel my wolf which was weird. That sound have been the first red flag to me but I felt too weak to even think about it. I peeled my eyes open slowly expecting to find myself in my room but I didn’t recognize my surroundings. I immediately shot to a sitting position ignoring the pounding in my head.
