HEALING WOUNDS

POV: Darrell Williams

I gently opened my eyes, squinting in the intense brightness. Everything was painful. I had the impression that my head was full of cotton. Where was I?

My vision cleared enough that I could see the clean walls of the medical wing of the pack. Yes. The conflict. Callum. defending Darcy and Ivory... "Darrel? You're conscious." I scowled at the motion as I turned to see Hardin seated next to my bed. My former comrade and subordinate appeared exhausted, with shadowy bags beneath his eyes.

"How long?" With a dry throat, I croaked. I was given a glass of water by Hardin. "Six days. You scared the hell out of us all."

I gratefully gulped the water. "The pack... what's happening?" Hardin's expression darkened. It's not good. Everyone is terrified as a result of Callum. While you're healing, the Elders are at odds over who should take over."

I attempted to sit up, but my body hurt so much. "I need to get out there." Hardin responded, "Whoa, easy," and pushed me back down