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Alana’s POV.

I blinked once, then twice, trying to clear the heavy fog from my eyes. The world around me was a blur. I felt a dull ache in my chest, promptly reminding me of the dagger that had pierced my flesh. The pain was a reminder that I wasn’t dead, which was good.

I could tell from the strong smell of herbs and disinfectant that I was in the Pack clinic. I inhaled slowly and turned my head, looking for a familiar face. And there he was, Kai, standing by the door way.

His eyes were red and puffy, as if he had been crying. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were stained with my blood. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, with visible dark circles under his eyes.

“Kai,” I rasped, my voice barely audible as I reached out a hand to him, mutely asking him to come closer.

He came and stood beside me, a small smile touching his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Alana,” he said softly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He took my hand gently in his, giving it a little squeeze. His skin