Chapter 12.

STACY.

I wake up slowly while my head throbs painfully and my body aches. The air around me smells unfamiliar _ wood, herbs, something earthly. I try to sit but every inch in my body protests in pain. Panic sets in as I take in my surroundings.

This isn't the pack house and certainly isn't my guest house…. I freeze when I notice a man sitting in the corner of the room, watching me like a hawk watching it's prey. My heart leaps into my throat.

Jason? He got me?

My first instinct is to attack and flee but as I focus on him, I realize it isn't him. This man is different. Brown hair, huge rough beard, and eyes sharp but not hostile.

“Who are you?” I don't waste time to find out.

The man stirs a little in his seat, “ calm down,” he says quietly with a steady voice. “I'm not going to harm you, you are safe,”

Did he say safe? I don't believe him for a second. My mind immediately shifts to my son who is nowhere in sight. I sit up despite the pain while my heart races wildly.

“Don't tell me I