The pain in my arm had only subsided a fraction as I moved past the two women who crowded the door. It felt as if I was in a nightmare, and the sensation of being a little lost was starting to get the better of me. Everything seemed surreal, and I was having trouble sorting fact from fiction.
“Sedona, do you want to talk about it,” I heard her ask quietly behind me.
“No, little moon,” I spoke nearly as quiet as she had as the desire to close my eyes encroached on me. I moved towards the only bed that looked unused in the room, and let myself fall back onto the oversized mattress. If nothing else, these lycans knew a thing or two about creature comforts. Rolling over on the side with my good arm, I yawned loudly into the still brightly lit room. “Do you think you could shut off the
