WAKING UP IN HIS OWN bed was an unexpected experience. For a moment, Garnett nearly wept in relief. The events in the kitchen marched their way through his mind, slowly, deliberately. The fight between him and Raul was fuzzy and a lot of it was a simple impression of pain. For all of that, there was one image that remained crystal clear.
Mallory as a wolf.
His heart clenched in his chest, reminding him of all the pains and injuries and little wounds that hadn’t quite yet healed. The animal spirit within him had kept him alive after Raul’s savage attack, first with his claws and teeth, then with that heavy knife. It couldn’t heal him completely, not in the small amount of time he’d been asleep, but that would happen as sure as...
Wait. How long had he been asleep? And how in the name of
