Nick's POV

"Are we dead?" I asked my wolf as my eyes moved slowly behind the closed lids.

"if heaven smells like freshly baked vanilla flavored cake, then we are dead," Brit said in his usual jovial nature.

I opened my eyes and noticed I was lying down on a table, I was having stinging pains all over my body.

I looked around to see where I was, the aura of the room was calm and relaxing. Only that I don't think I was anywhere close to my pack, which at that moment I can't tell if it was a good thing or not. I sat up on the table,...