Chapter 32 Unexplained

• Thelma’s POV
• I woke up, lying in a room which I was sure wasn't mine nor Drakes’. I carried my body clumsily, expecting pains. It never came, never did. Surprisingly, I raised my clothes, stared down but my wounds were healed. I didn’t know exactly what to do— laugh or cry. Being a werewolf has some great advantages and also has its curse. 
• The curse: If I hadn’t been a werewolf, I wouldn’t have been attacked in the first place. The benefits: I would have been dead if it wasn’t because of our unique abilities. I looked to my side, my heart almost skipped when I saw Simon sitting on a back chair, his legs hung crossed and flattened on a stool. He crossed his hands at the back of his neck, virtually supporting his head. I didn’t know he was there, and I wasn’t sure how long he had stayed in the room before I woke up.