Morning didn’t come gently.
It dragged me out of sleep with a bolt of pain so sharp it stole the breath from my lungs. For a few seconds I just lay there on the splintered floor, blinking at the sickly gray light leaking through the broken cabin walls, letting reality settle like ash over my chest.
Rogue, exiled and cast out for choosing fate over politics. But I refused to be defeated.
Blade stirred inside me, slow and sore, we haven't fully recovered from our injuries because of the rejection from the pack which weakened my wolf a little but we are almost there.
I pushed myself upright anyway. My body protested with every motion. My ribs shouted, my muscles ached, and dried blood cracked along my skin. I looked like something pulled from a battlefield. And if I showed up like this, l
