Three days.
Three days since the ritual went wrong. Three days of being restrained. Three days of partial shifts I can't control. Three days of Adrian refusing to mark me even though it's the one thing that could fix this.
I'm going insane.
The silver burns constantly. My wolf thrashes inside me. Demanding freedom. Demanding her mate. Demanding everything I can't give her.
And Adrian. He's here constantly. Watching me. Caring for me. Feeding me. Changing my bandages. But never touching me the way I need. Never giving me what would end this torture.
It's killing me. Killing us both.
Dr. Chen removed the restraints an hour ago. Said my wolf has stabilized enough that I won't immediately attack anyone. But I'm still dangerous. Still unpredictable. Still caught between human and animal.
