ROMAN
The pain was no longer something I could wrap my head around properly.
It had stopped being sharp a long time ago.
Now it was just… everything.
Everything at once.
The stab wound in my side burned like it had been dipped in fire and left to rot inside me. Every breath I took felt like it was tearing something apart that I needed to survive. My lungs refused to cooperate properly, dragging in air that never felt like enough.
For a moment, I honestly thought this was it.
This was how it ended.
Not in glory.
Not in truth.
Not in revenge.
But in a forest, bleeding out like I was nothing more than an accident.
And the worst part?
I almost laughed at it.
Because the irony was almost too perfect to ignore.
I had just gotten my memory back.
Just gotten my wolf for the first t
