The medical building smelled like antiseptic and herbs, a combination that should have been comforting but only made my stomach turn. Dr. Sarah's hands were gentle as she examined the bruises blooming across my arms, dark purple fingerprints where Asher had grabbed me, held me, tried to keep me.
"The wolfsbane is almost out of your system," she said, her voice professionally calm even though I could see the anger in her eyes. "Another few hours and you should be able to shift again. The bruising will heal quickly once your wolf is fully active."
I nodded, not really listening. My eyes kept darting to the door, to the windows, to every shadow that moved. My heart wouldn't stop racing.
"Physically, you're going to be fine," Dr. Sarah continued, making notes on her tablet. "But Willow, the
