Fourteen
“Isla, can you hear me?”
“Don’t shout,” I mutter, pushing back the headache making itself at home in my skull.
I blink open my eyes and smile when the first thing I see is Finn’s lips hovering inches away from my own.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers and I frown in confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You don’t remember?”
I think back to what happened in Canada. We were running… Alis collapsed… the bites…
“Did we get injured?” I ask, suddenly wide awake. I scan my body for pain but the only thing that hurts is my head.
“They hurt your hind legs pretty bad,” Finn explains. “We dragged you through the Portal but Alis took ages to shift and was losing a lot of blood.”
He points at a large brown stain on the white floor I’m lying on. We’re back in the room I arrived in whe
