EDGE
I swore whilst I picked bits of wood and carbon fibre out of my skin. Hitting the floor is never fun, even less so when it's because you've been tackled off a motorbike by a werewolf at the best part of 50mph going through a forest.
Fortunately the claw marks across my chest and neck were already well on their way to healing, and now I’d gotten rid of the wood splinters, they would be too.
Edith got away with just a couple light scratches, the jammy sod.
We got the guy, fortunately, and the drugs he'd stolen, but it wasn't clean. We needed to find those wolves before they caused even more trouble.
“Em, let me help, we need to get it all out before you heal over it.” Edith called out. “Just going to find some tweezers.”
“Thanks Edith. Can you grab Clara on the way back?”
“On it,
