Shyla’s P.O.V.

Emerging from the abyss of impenetrable darkness, my feeble mind strived its best to make sense of the past occurrences. After some struggle, the memories of Maddox’s bloodied lycan, his painful growls, and my idiotic operation came crashing into my mind, jolting me awake.

I swiftly opened my eyes,

“Maddox!”

The bright light of the room almost blinded me, so I blinked my eyes rapidly to adjust to the brightness. The very first thing I noticed was the soothing softness of the mattress below me. A large arm was hugging me as I turned my face to look at its owner.

My mate was lying by my side,...