They borrowed Leah’s car to go back into the compound and have Abby’s stitches removed. The skin along her shoulder was still raw and raised, an angry red line that looked far worse than it felt now that Marli had returned. Her wolf’s healing had kicked back into gear, warmth humming under her skin.
Joe leaned against the counter while Abby studied herself in the mirror on the back of the exam room door.
She stood there for a long moment, fingers trailing lightly over the raised ridges. The pads of her fingers moved slowly along the scar, like she was mapping the path of it, her expression distant as her thoughts drifted somewhere he couldn’t follow.
“You look pretty badass,” he finally said after the silence stretched too long.
She turned toward him, a grin breaking across her face. “
