When I came to, I was already dressed in clean pajamas.
My body still felt a bit sore, but I slipped into the slippers with ease, ready to take a look around the house.
There was a note by the bed—it was from Oliver. He told me to feel free to use anything I needed and left me a list of phone numbers, all were werewolves from the Claw Pack.
My stuff had been placed in the second room on the second floor, while I was currently in the third room, right next to it.
I wasn’t sharing a room with Oliver. His was just across the hall from mine.
I wanted to unpack, but then I realized everything had already been sorted. There was literally nothing left for me to do.
I stood there by the closet door, feeling kind of lost. I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.
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