"All right," Kellen said as he pushed himself up to sit against the headboards. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes closed for a moment before he opened them and reached for the phone near the nightstand. "I need to call my pack, they need to know that I'm all right and what's going on," he added as he dialed the number to the mainhouse.
There was no telling who picked up, but it really didn't matter at this point. Kellen was sure he'd start to cry as soon as he heard a safe and familiar voice.
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