Chapter Ten
Ana
I lay on the floor of my bedroom, my face pressed against the cold wood.
Every time I tried to draw a full breath, the skin on my back felt like it was being sliced open all over again. It was so hard for someone like me. Without a wolf, I didn't have the gift of fast healing. I didn't have the magic that made wounds disappear in a few hours.
For a lupa, or a wolf-less girl like me, the pain stayed. It burned and throbbed, reminding me of every lash of the whip and every shard of glass that had pierced my knees.
I couldn't even stand up. I couldn't move toward the bed, though it was only a few feet away. Each small twitch of my muscles felt as if my own body was being consumed by fire. The heat of the inflammation was everywhere. I felt weak, my head spinning from the
