CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Enya pov

My body aches, and opening my eyes seems to be the worst thing I can do. I try my best to sit up, but something holds me back. Although I can't see much now, I know I'm on top of the bed because the mattress beneath me is relatively comfortable. Aside from the sore feeling in the places where the damn wolf clawed me, I don't feel any pain. 

I sigh and mutter a few curse words under my breath until the weight finally falls off me. I hear someone storm out the door, and within a minute, someone else comes into the room. "Good morning, Enya. How are you feeling?" I feel a gentle hand on my forehead as the owner of the angelic voice questions me. I assume it's a woman; no man could ever be so gentle or sound so good. She hands me a glass of water as if she can read my mind.