Lyria just wanted to go home. That was all she could think of. She was a wolf possessed, her little knife secreted away in a makeshift holster tied to her thigh, her mind constantly racing with escape plans, each more unlikely than the last.
Healer Hayrune had fashioned her a cast, and using a cane she was able to hobble around the apothecary. It had been a few days since she had managed to secure the weapon, if it could be called that, but Hayrune and Gertal ensured that she was kept full of Nightsblush infusion.
But Lyria was as well read as either of them, or more so, even. And she knew that exercise could run infusions through the body faster than expected. Gertal kept her on a schedule now, the infusions coming in every few hours. She was hoping she could beat that time.
She had c
