Chapter 17

• CRYSTINA’S POV
• The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the white ceiling and wall. It took a while for my brain to register where I was. The bed right beside me and the little tag on the door gave it away that I was at the Pack’s hospital. I was so weak that I could barely feel my body. It was as if I’d been made into a punching bag. I tried sitting up but the pressure on my right side made me stop. When I looked down, I was staring at Luka who was in turn, staring outside through the window not realizing that I was staring at him.
• He was holding my hand tightly, radiating an unexplainable warmth to every part of my body. My eyes went wide as I took in the scene. Unexpectedly, I withdraw my hand from his and that got his attention, I quickly sat up and looked away from him.