Chapter 23
“Awake?” The scent of fur flooded me at the same moment the single word worked its way through my fogged hearing. Unlike the last time I’d woken from a vision in the proximity of a werewolf, however, this voice wasn’t Claw’s. No wonder my instincts demanded that I flee, flee, flee!
Unfortunately, dying by proxy is a painful endeavor. So all I managed was a groan as sympathetic agony racked my frame.
She’s gone. I hadn’t realized how attached I’d grown to the cave woman until our connection was fully severed. I felt as if I’d been present at the brutal murder of a beloved family member. Like I’d lost the mother I’d never known.
And for a moment, I forgot the danger of my surroundings. Forgot the scent of werewolf and the male voice that had greeted me when I awoke. Instead, I
