Jessica’s P.O.V.
“Where are we going, actually?” I asked Derek, who was pulling a shirt over his head while he was still sitting on the edge of the bed since our alarm clock had just gone off a couple of seconds ago. It had been three days since I had been shot, and to my surprise, the wound had nearly healed completely already. It was entirely closed up but still looked red and felt sensitive whenever I would touch it, but to an outsider, someone who wasn’t a wolf by blood or knew about our world, it would look as if the gunshot wound had happened months ago, not just days.
For three days now, I had been talking a lot to my own wolf Nanou, and getting to know her and her spunky personality. Derek had told me that since she was my wolf, we would get along just fine, which was actually t
