Chapter 102 How Could You?

Jane’s POV

“Four of your wolves are what?” I frowned up at Leif, who looked ready to blow a gasket, and struggled to sit up as I shucked off the gauzy hospital sheets and adjusted my gown.

“Locked in the ruddy dungeon!” He balled his hands into fists. "All of them are unconscious but one! That one had a lot to say, though. A lot to say about the two of you." He jabbed an accusing finger first at me, and then at Colin.

“Really, Leif, there is no need for this,” the medic said in an attempt at placating him. It didn’t work.

“No – no need for this?” he spluttered, rounding on her instead.

I tried to share an amused look with Colin, needing someone else to acknowledge how ridiculous this all was, but he looked as angry as Leif, almost, his face as red as his hair and his knuckles white.

“I merely meant that this is a medical facility.” The medic spoke in hushed, calming tones. “Jane has been through a traumatic event. She needs peace and quiet to heal, not of all this yelling.”

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