She shakes her head, doubtful. “Even I know that a wound with that much blood can’t heal that quickly.”
I rub my forehead, feeling a slight headache come on. “Can we sit?”
She hands me the coffee, and I let out a deep breath. It’s difficult to talk about what happened, but if I don’t tell Lacy, who else can I tell?
I take a sip of the coffee and she murmurs. “Something about you is different.”
I smile wanly. “My wolf. I can feel it.”
She looks shocked. “I thought you couldn’t…does this mean you can shift?”
I wrap my hands around the coffee, hating that it has somewhat cooled down. “I don’t think so. I can feel it inside me, but it’s not at a point that I can control it.”
Sitting here in this safe space with Lacy, I can feel the cracks begin to appear. “Can I ask you a questio
