AMARA’S POV

A groan rumbles out of my throat as my eyelids flutter open. My eyes slowly adjusted to the morning light that seeped through the curtains. The pain in my head didn’t subside, if anything it worsened the more my body awoken.

Sitting up carefully, I was able to make out the outlines of the bed chambers. I was back in the pack house. How the hell did I get back here?

Another wave of pain slammed into me like a sledgehammer, nearly knocking me flat on the bed. My attention is ...