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Willow’s POV

I awoke to a throbbing pain that quickly pulsed through my skull, spreading its dull, persistent ache to every remote corner of my body. It felt like I had been mercilessly trampled by a relentless herd of wild, stampeding horses.

My eyelids felt heavy, like leaden weights, compelling me to keep them closed. That’s when I heard the hushed voices of people talking around me.

“I find it hard to stop staring at her face,” a deep voice stated. The sound caused my wolf, Sarah, to purr inside my head. Sarah has been buzzing in my head, talking non-stop since we woke up.

“She is the prettiest girl I have ever seen.”

“I think so too, Chase,” the first voice responded beside me. His tone was calmer and more soothing.

Overcome with curiosity to put a face to the voice, I slowly pried my eyes open. But as my vision cleared, I was startled by how close their faces were to mine.

I found myself locked in the gaze of two pairs of strikingly blue eyes, brimming with curiosity and a hin