Daemon
“He’s got broken ribs and damaged lungs. He needs to shift,” Ragnar pronounced. “Right now, that’s the only way to repair the broken bones quickly.”
Easy for him to say. I can barely move, and now I’m supposed to shift as well.
“Daemon,” the alpha said in a tone that left not the slightest room for negotiation, “you have to. It’s going to hurt, but it has to be done.”
I was fairly certain I had never screamed like that in my life. All three of them had to hold me down while my bones cracked back into place. It felt as though the torture went on for an eternity. I had no idea how I had even managed to summon the beast: he was weaker than usual and, unlike me, seemed completely unable to understand why his mate had decided to kill us.
When it was finally over, I lay there, breath
