Elisa's pov
I was breathing, my body was alive.
The night was painful but the worst was gone and the sun flashed rays for a fresh morning, celebrating my first victory.
I couldn't shift into my wolf but my claws appeared for the first time. It was a progress but why did it happen?
Perhaps it had something to do with Tristan Presley and his curse. My body was still aching but the fact that I was alive…overlooked everything else.
The door opened and Tristan stepped inside.
His gaze wandered on my body and slowly moved up to my pale face.
"You're really alive!"
A smile glinted on his lips.
"Were you waiting for news of my death?" My words scoffed.
"I was!" He accepted bluntly.
What a shameful ba*tard!
He slowly walked over to the bed and perched next to me.
"You survived the first night but I don't know how long it will last." He said with uncertain thoughts.
