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Ashly's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was in the pack infirmary and Shaun was in the chair next to me, his face, a picture of worry and my traitorous heart skipped a beat.

His brown eyes met mine and I saw relief bloom in them.

"Hey." My voice was a croak, my throat still hurting from where Damien held me and my back and side hurt. He must have hit me there and or dropped me from such a height that it still hurt even now.

"Hey." Shaun replied with a small smile on his face that had no right to make him look so handsome.

As I tried to sit up somewhat, his arms wrapped around me and after he assisted me in sitting up, his arms lingered as he pulled me into a watkrm embrace, his head nestled in my neck.

"Shaun." I breathed and his arms around me tightened but he seemed to know where my injuries were so he did it in such a way that he didn't aggravate my injuries.

I took in his scent feeling unusually safe in his hold and basking in it.

When he pulled away, he didn't move away full