TWENTY-SEVEN
LIV
I was still a little sore when my alarm woke me up just after dawn the next morning.
It wasn’t too bad, though. I took stock of my bruised body as I lay in bed, trying to find the will to push the covers aside and get up. My muscles ached, and I was pretty sure I had a couple of nasty bruises, but it could have been so much worse.
I shuddered at the memory of knowing I was going to die, and I spared Warin a grateful thought. As irritating as it was that he’d just up and left me with a glorified babysitter while he went off to play lonesome hero, it was nice to know that I didn’t have to face potential skinwalkers on my own.
Even if I’d never had to entertain the idea of men who turned into freaking wolves intent on shredding me like a brisket before I met Warin. No on
