Pain tore through my head and I sat up with a gasp, blinking at the person who was touching me. His brown hair was hanging in his eyes and his grey eyes were wide as he stared back at me.
“Who are you?” I asked him, my voice quiet in an effort to keep the pounding in my head from pulling me back into the darkness.
“Uh…” he said, eyes darting toward the entrance to the tent we were in. Tent? I looked around myself, realizing we had made camp, but not remembering how I got there. Which meant I had succumbed to the ache in my head. “I’m a healer. Well, in training. I was looking at your head? The Alpha said you hurt it?”
My hand went automatically to my head, and I winced at the contact. My heart sank, realizing I had probably made them stop before they wanted to. That was the last thing I
