SEAN'S POV
The pain twisted through my side, sharp and unforgiving. My fingers pressed against the wound, feeling the sticky warmth of fresh blood seeping through my shirt. My breathing grew heavier, my body betraying me. This wasn't supposed to happen.
I should have healed already.
This is wrong. So wrong. My wolf should have kicked in by now, mending the wound, erasing the pain. Something's interfering with my abilities.
I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to stay still, but the burning sensation only intensified, spreading like wildfire. My mind screamed at me—poison. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Someone had done this on purpose. Someone wanted me to suffer.
Who would do this? Who would know how to create something that could disable a wolf's healing? The list
