Thirty Three.

Blue.

Panic hits me as I open my eyes. I had killed Cece. I had killed the Alpha’s daughter.

A quick glance down and I realise that I’m still naked. Someone had put me to bed, someone had seen all the scars.

There’s a small knock at the door.

“Just a minute.” I dive into the closet. Quickly finding my sweatpants and a hoodie. “Come in.” I mutter as I tug the hoodie down over my small frame. Making sure that everything was covered.

Ophelia stands in the doorway. Her green eyes wide as she looks at me. “You’re awake.”

I try to ignore what has happened. Maybe she didn’t know. She wasn’t there, at least I think she wasn’t. I don’t really remember. I never could remember everything when she broke free.

“How long was I out for?” I quietly ask

“Half a day.” She mutters.

I sigh as I push back the curtains. Half a day, it had taken me half a day to recover.

I spot the moon high up in the sky, it was almost full. Only a few days and I would be shifting again.

“Jaxon will be up shortly.”

“Jax