Waking up in a field, naked and shivering, was a new low, even for me. The grass was wet against my skin, the sun too bright as it crested the horizon. My body ached in places I didn't even know could hurt. I sat up, groaning, memories of last night's encounter with my father flooding back. The blood, the pain, his threats.
I pushed myself up, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my ribs. I needed to get to the gas station, to Teagan. She was the only one who seemed to give a damn.
Stumbling towards the gas station, I cursed under my breath. I was a mess, bloodied, bruised, and embarrassingly naked.
I made my way to Shade's truck, a sense of urgency from being exposed in the human world driving me. I knew he kept spare shorts in there. He was a Boy Scout. Always prepared for sudd
