Winter POV
The cave is small, dark, and dank. It reeks of some sort of animal's piss but it's well hidden and camouflaged. I'm fairly certain it's not bear piss at any rate and, for all I know, the creature it belongs to has moved on. I lean against the rough, hard, rocky edges and let myself slowly slip down to a sitting position, both my legs right in front of me. I can't move, my shirt is plastered to my side where all the stabbing marks are and I feel hot and feverish all over. It still stings even now and I slowly peel up my shirt to have a proper look. My eyes, thankfully due to my shifter genes, are able to see quite well in the dark.
The blood has stopped dripping, thankfully, and from what I can see the wounds have started to scab over. I closed my eyes in relief. If I'd had my
