Raven
I winced as Ember cleaned the wound on my hand with some kind of sanitizing solution that stung like hell. The knife had gone straight through my palm, leaving an ugly, raw hole that would likely never fully heal.
Not at this rate, at least.
“This should be closing by now,” Ember muttered under her breath. “Your wolf is still too weak.”
I stared down at the hole in my palm, in too much pain and shock to speak. She wasn’t wrong. I should have begun to heal from this by now—plenty of time had passed since the helicopter crash. Even being here, in enemy territory, shouldn’t have held back my wolf this much.
No, something wasn’t right. My wolf had been far too weak and quiet lately.
“Maybe it’s…” I trailed off, hesitating. I hadn’t spoken about Nathan, not to an
