Berdie May

Vincent’s eyelids twitched rapidly and opened to brightness, a lot of it. His brain tried to make sense of the brightness, silence, and his surroundings. He tried to adjust himself to a sitting position to get a better view of where he was and hell let loose. Thousands of pain shot through his entire body system like pangs from hell, forcing him to remain in the lying position.

The steady rhythmic beeping of the monitor told him where he was. That was when the origin of the pain came back to him. He sighed. He remembered Anya coming to his house probably to confront him for what happened in school. He remembered that she and Caleb brought him to the hospital, and a different kind of pain took over his system. It came in the form of shame for all he had ever done to retain and assert his position as the alpha of a pack, a position that Anya barely care about. Realisation dawned on him like daybreak.

Ignoring the initial pain that had forced him to remain in a lying position, slowly,