ASH
Pain was there when I woke, sharp and insistent and infuriating. I rolled my eyes open, lying on the ceiling of an abandoned barn which I had been residing in after running away from the twins territory. It had been three days since Lena injured me, and my body hadn't fully healed.
That shouldn't be possible. True Alphas' bodies healed quicker than typical werewolves', able to pull through from injuries that would otherwise be fatal. But whatever spell Lena had put on me, it’d messed with my healing powers too, thanks to the limp pace they were moving at.
"b***h," I said, my hand against the wounds on my chest. They were closing, but slowly. Far too slowly.
I willed myself to sit up, despite my protesting body. The barn was bare except for me and a handful of provisions I’d managed
