Chapter

Eighty three

Devon

My chest felt like it had been carved like a fucking pumpkin. A deep ache blended with the burning pull of tight, slowly healing skin. My meds must have worn off. Fuck. I’d never been hurt like this. Not for this long without being able to shift and heal.

On shaky legs, I shuffled out of my bedroom and into the living space. I’d never been as thankful to have gotten one of the apartment-style dorms as I was now. My pack members shouldn’t have to see me like this unless I wanted them to. I thought about Asher’s room, small and shared with the witch,...