Chapter Fifteen
East
Sunlight filtered through the dry brush blocking the entrance to the den. She opened her eyes and stared at it. Her mind was dazed, and for several seconds she couldn’t figure out where she was.
Uncurling brought back the pain of bruised and abused muscles, and with the pain came the memory of last night.
The dead coon.
The pond.
Hurt. Hurt so damn bad.
Hurt. Hurt so damn bad.Cold.
Cold.Holding her injured arm tightly against her chest, she crawled out of the den. Dizziness hit her again, turning the world into a spinning, sickening mess. Forcing her to lie on the carpet of dead leaves and wait for the moment to pass. Her stomach heaved, but nothing came up. Her throat felt raw. She needed something to drink.
Finally able to sit up, she looked around.
East
