Pain exploded in my stomach, ripping me out of tired, dreamless sleep. I moaned, half-rolling out of bed, clutching my midriff as it began to spread, radiating towards my chest and my lower abdomen.
Tears prickled my eyes as I began cursing Cole and fucking Lana under my breath, sure that I was being ripped apart my wolf because of them.
But I opened my eyes.
There was sunlight streaming into the bedroom and…
I screamed.
There was blood on the sheets.
So much of it, it looked like a crime scene. Only without a body.
I scrambled off, still shrieking, feeling for my stomach, my arms, my body, anywhere the blood must have come from, where I must have been injured. But I couldn't find it.
Oh goddess.
What have I done? Could this be like that night I woke up with muddied footprints without remembering ever returning to my bedroom? Did I hurt someone? Oh goddess…
