Drake
By morning, I felt almost normal again.
Not entirely. My body still carried the heavy, hollow ache that came after too much blood loss, and the skin where the spear had gone in felt tender in that strange way healing wounds did, like my body remembered the injury even after the flesh had mostly closed.
But the dizziness had faded. The feverish silver-burn had finally loosened its grip. Sometime during the night, my Lycan had stopped fighting poison and started repairing damage with absolute vengeance.
Apparently, once my body had enough blood to work with, it remembered it was supposed to be terrifyingly hard to kill.
Kael had not found this nearly as reassuring as I did.
He stood beside the infirmary window with his arms folded across his chest, watching Dr. Bennett like the
