Sindy
I woke to pain.
Every muscle screamed the moment I shifted beneath the blanket, the kind of deep ache that felt carved into the bone. My legs were the worst—tired, heavy, a dull fire pulsing through them like punishment for daring to run with wolves who were made for it.
My throat was dry, my head pounding faintly. And still, beneath the exhaustion and soreness, the bond hummed steady in my chest, relentless as ever.
I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning softly.
The hunt replayed in fragments—branches tearing at my arms, the bear’s roar splitting the night, Lorenzo’s wolf slamming into me just before its paw would have crushed me. His body shielding mine. His voice afterward, low and steady, whispering promises I didn’t want to hear.
I should have been grateful to be alive.
Instea
