[Violet]
When I came to, I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was in another car.
The seats were leather, the engine dull. Definitely not a medical facility.
I groaned as I raised my head—and instantly regretted it when I saw Fenrick staring down at me. Just my luck.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said without much inflexion. “We’re almost there.”
I scrambled upright, realizing I’d been lying against him. My blood-stained clothes clung to my skin, still damp in places. My jaw clenched as I turned to him, "You’ve got to be kidding me. Couldn’t you have taken me to a hospital? What if I died!"
"You’re a werewolf,” he replied dryly, eyes glued to the tablet in his hand. “That shouldn’t have been enough to kill you. Unless… you’re not?”
“I am,” I muttered, jaw tight. “But lately… shifting’s been ha
