Tangled

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Panic has me looking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It’s most likely that someone took my jewelry off when I was brought in.

My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tethering me to the bed. A thin IV line snakes its way into the crook of my elbow, delivering fluids and medication. A catheter bag hangs from the side of the bed, freeing me from any need for the bathroom.

All great, until I need to get up and look for something. Son of a bitch.

There’s a wheeled table for meals, but all it has is some paperwork that seems to be welcoming me to the -hospital. Does anyone even read those things?

Panic is well on its way to blowing its top inside of my head and setting off a full–scale anxiety attack. My eyes dart from the nightstand to the small closet, but there’s no sign of my jewelry anywhere.

I keep trying to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on my finger, and it’s driving me crazy.

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Finally, I remember the call light. With a trembling finger, I depress the button.

Seconds feel like an eternity as I wait, my mind racing with possibilities. What if they were lost in the woods, during the attack? I hadn’t stopped to see if they’d fallen off. If they’re all the way out there, how the hell do I get them back?

I don’t know a lot about Lucas, but I know alphas.

He’d never let me go back there, and it would be impossible to explain how important the jewelry is. I can’t just tell him that they’re used to keep my power hidden.

The gentle click of the door opening draws my

attention, and a kind–faced nurse steps into the room. “She’s older, and smells of human and rubbing alcohol. “Did you press your call light, dear?”

“My necklace and ring,” I blurt out, struggling to keep my voice calm despite the desperation seeping into it. “I can’t find them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?”

The nurse’s expression softens with understanding. “I’m afraid I wasn’t here when you were first admitted,

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sweetheart. But let me check with the security team.

It’s standard procedure to put any valuables in a safety box, especially when the patient isn’t conscious.”

Relief washes over me at her words, and I nod gratefully. “Thank you. Those items mean so much to

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Now to wait.

Memories of the past few days flood my mind–the terror,

And my mate.

word still feels foreign, even as

me. So much has happened.

ago, I was indignant at his presence in Cedarwood, thinking the

of him as he tried to show me

caving

I’m willing to give him a chance, nothing can

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And even then…

secrets. Like my powers.

feels like there are a thousand reasons

is an exercise in patience.

have no ring to twirl. Every steady beep from the machines around me only amplifies the anxious, never–ending cycle of worry taking over my

and ring,

me?

will the people around me recognize

that I’m different?

I hit another heat? So far, there are no signs–but, I just had my heat a few weeks ago, with Clayton.

begin to

gentle creak of the door opening forces me out of the vicious cycle of questions with no

the look on the nurse’s

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dear,” she says. “The security team hasn’t called back

around in my belly, like

the meantime, why don’t we get you up and moving a bit?” she suggests brightly, even as she approaches with a no–nonsense gait, her eyes already on all the cords keeping me in place. “It’ll–be good for your recovery.”

really a question, but an

touch, she flips the blanket off my legs and helps me wiggle over to the edge of the bed, her movements careful and deliberate. A sharp twinge of “pain stabs through my abdomen as I swing my legs

side, and I wince.

steadying me with a hand on my back. “One step at a

to recede as she opens a clear package of giant yellow socks. They have little rubbery circles on the bottom,

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to keep me from

body forward, I ease my feet against the floor. It’s tile, yet the cold doesn’t reach through the

love them more than anything I’ve ever worn. Cold

walk on.

as I heave myself into a standing position, taking in deep gasps of air as I fight against the

ambitious movement.