Riley

The harsh smell of rubbing alcohol and old herbs was the first thing that hit my nose as I forced my eyes open, and the white ceiling of the pack clinic was blurry for a second before the cold weight in my chest finally lifted, leaving my veins feeling sore but free of the black silver poison that had been dragging my wolf under just an hour ago.

I turned my head slowly against the stiff pillow, the muscles in my neck groaning from the sudden movement, and I saw Fantine lying on the narrow iron cot just two feet away from me, her face completely pale and her...