Chapter 38
The next morning, I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle ached from the battle, but my mind was sharp—too sharp. I kept replaying that moment when the masked figure spoke to me, their voice achingly familiar.
Elder Thorne was making rounds, checking on everyone who'd been injured. Three pack members had required stitches, but thankfully no one had been seriously hurt. The psychological impact, though—that was a different story.
“How are you feeling?” he asked when he reached me.
“Tired, but fine,” I replied, which was mostly true. Physically, I felt better than I should have after such an intense fight. My supernatural healing seemed to be working overtime.
“Good. Mason wants to see you in his office when you're ready.”
I found Mason pacing behind his
