Nash’s pov
The freezing morning air hit my lungs.
I opened my eyes, the harsh sunlight blinding me as I lay flat on my back on the jagged granite floorboards of the ravine. Pain throbbed violently through my left shoulder, my ribs aching with every breath I took.
I sat up slowly, my head spinning as the last lingering embers of the full moon fever vanished from my blood.
I was human again.
I was completely naked, covered in dark mud, dried blood, and severe scrapes from my wild descent down the cliff face. The manic berserker storm that had taken over my body, my wolf, and my mind during the night had finally broken, leaving behind an empty, exhausted shell.
I rubbed my face with both hands, my palms coming away stained with dirt and sweat.
My mind was clear. The dark, suffocating f
