Something tickled Kara's cheek. If she just knew what it was she'd die a happy woman—it was so soft and damp. But she didn't.She didn't die either although a corpse probably felt more alive. Her nose was as much as she could move. The skin of it anyway. Maybe the muscles moved? She'd no idea. Even her head felt like a rock on her neck, her fingertips making no connection between what lay beneath them and her brain. Or maybe it was the other way about? Her brain couldn't make a connection with anything. As for her eyes? They were nailed shut. But that was all right. Just sometimes that was the best way for them to be.
Soft breath brushed her cheek. A voice spoke. "Right."
She strained to raise the mountain that was on her eyelids. One of them anyway. The Wolf. Though stiff as frozen poker
