“Psst! Minerva. Minerva, wake up.”
I groan and wipe my eyes with my hand.
“Minerva!”
I c***k my eyes open as the whispers become louder.
“What, Greyson. Leave me alone,” I yawn, raising my arms as I stretch. In the action, I move my leg and I grunt, immediately holding down my foot as tears flow down my face.
“Jeez, Minerva. That had to hurt.”
I bite my lips and glare at him through the tears. He has a wince on his face as he stares down at my foot.
“You’re lucky that you are in a different cell, Greyson.”
He nods, his features never changing from a wince, “I don’t think you would be able to walk on that leg.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious,” I wipe my tears with the back of my hand, “I can’t feel my wolf.”
The statement I make scares me, “Why can’t I feel her.”
“Relax. It’s ju
