Patricia
My eyes flash open, and I go into panic mode, breathing wildly while searching the room.
I was barely conscious during the entire way home. Dior jumped through a magical rabbit hole, and the other pack members followed, including Wesley and Elijah. I can’t say I remember much—I think I fell asleep in Dior’s arms.
And now, I’m back inside my room, blinking in the darkness with alarming fear circling my throat—what if I hallucinated that part about Dior coming home?!
My eyes dart around the room until landing on the bulk of a massive man next to me. Dior is taking up half of the bed, and his snores are sending light vibrations through the mattress.
Yet, an inner calm falls over me like a blanket when I see the giant next to me. Dior is finally back, and that realization makes me swallow the lump in my throat.
“Thank goodness...”