KAYDEN POV
I wasn’t sure where my head hit, but the pain was so unbearable that it rang in my head for seconds. I knew the urgency of the situation: someone—or people—were hunting me. Yet, standing from the ground was so excruciatingly painful that I had to bite down my tongue to hold back the scream that filled my mouth.
“The lunastone,” I gasped, curving my hand around it firmly.
I looked around, my eyes discreetly searching the angle where the arrow came from. It was still stuck in my ankle, and the only way to get it out is to shift back. I forced myself to my knees, my body twisting and cracking in pain as my wolf form shrank back. I tried to scream, but I bit my lip so hard it bled.
No. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t let them hear me.
The wolf fur melted away, claws retreating
