*Ada*
Everything hurts. I try to move. It hurts, and I groan.
“Hey,” I hear Calvin’s voice, so soft and comforting. “Don’t move. It’s alright. I’m here.”
I crack my eyes open. The light hurts, and I blink until they adjust. Calvin stands by the bed, hands in his pockets. He looks tired and like he hasn’t shaved in days. He smiles a little awkwardly and my stomach does flips.
“You’re here,” I croak, my throat dry and painful, as if there’s sandpaper inside.
“Of course I am,” he says as he turns to grab a glass of water. He brings the straw to my mouth to drink. “They told me you’ll be really sore for a few days, but your heat has passed, and the wolfsbane is all out of your system.”
I nod slowly, letting the water soothe my throat. “How long has it been?”
“Nine days,” he
