Sarah
“Lock?” I called at the retreating back of the dragon through the open doorway. He paused, just long enough for me to be sure he had heard me. And I could see that he was debating walking away, knowing that I couldn’t follow him quick enough in the wheelchair.
My bones were healing but it was slow going when I couldn’t shift.
When Lock had forced the shift on me, it had snapped by bones. Almost all of them had broken, and they hadn’t healed properly. I remembered nothing but the pain.
By the time he had pulled my son from my body I had been delirious with it, half out of my mind. Rifting in and out of consciousness.
I had come too screaming in the car as Bane drove is to safely. I probably would have screamed the entire journey if he hadn’t of knocked me out with som
