EP 62.

KAYLA'S POV.

I stirred in bed, a pounding ache resonating through my head. A loud noise reverberated, causing me to clutch the sides of my temples in agony.

The pain was overwhelming, and I yearned for relief to come swiftly. Weakness enveloped me, and a sense of hopelessness settled in as the pain persisted.

My eyes slowly popped open, and as I glanced around, the occurrences of the previous day crept back into my consciousness.

Everything felt wrong, and a sense of self-disgust washed over me. I couldn't help but feel like I had made a fool of myself yet again.

The room looked somewhat familiar, and after a bit of time, it finally registered to me.

I was in the pack house, and the carvings in the room made me realise it was Reynolds' guest room.

The awareness struck me that I shouldn't be there: it made no sense.

"Fuck!" I muttered in between breaths, my gaze shifting to my side. There was some sort of liquid slowly dripping through a tiny cord attached to my skin.

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