The heavy steel doors of the infirmary closed behind us, cutting off the smells of blood, burnt flesh, and betrayal.
Silas didn't carry me this time, but his hand was an immovable brand on my lower back, guiding my stumbling steps through the labyrinth of dark stone corridors. I was barely conscious of my surroundings. My vision was a blurred, dark gray mess, and the migraine from overusing my Seeker's Gaze felt like a physical weight pressing down on my brain.
But it was the fire in my blood that was truly destroying me. The pre-heat was reaching a fever pitch. Every brush of Silas's hard body against mine sent a violent, needy shiver straight down my spine. My wolf was pacing at the back of my mind, whining and scratching at the walls of my consciousness, begging to submit to the giant
