30-TATTOO
I woke with a gasp, heart racing, sheets twisted around my legs. The room was dark, the faint blue-gray pre-dawn light just starting to creep around the edges of the curtains. My skin was slick with sweat. Not fever-sweat. Different. Like I’d run miles and collapsed straight into bed. The bond hummed low and steady, not painful. My chest ached the way it does after a hard cry, muscles sore from emotions I didn’t remember having. For a moment I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself I’d just had a very on-brand stress dream about being yelled at by the Moon Goddess and a wolf. Then I felt it. A throb along my left side. Faint. Insistent. I shoved the covers back and sat up too fast. The room tilted, then steadied. The air was cool against my damp skin. I was still in
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