Waking up my hands immediately fly to my throat as I gasp for air, only to sigh in relief when I see she's gone and is no longer with her hands wrapped around my throat. I cannot help the whimper that escapes me from the shooting pain in my right wrist and forearm, just looking at it makes me want to be sick.
It's as if I have a half sleeve of bruises and redness that mar my skin, not only that but the bones beneath skin seem to be slanted. I know there is nothing I can do but wait for it to heal itself, I don't think the bones need to be pushed back, hopefully it'll so that itself as I have no doctor to go to nor can I ask Jasper to help me again.
I ignore the pain and decide to go for a run, both my wolf and I feel antsy being here for too long as the Queen knows where we are, I'd feel
