Laura woke to the sound of camp breaking around her. Her shoulder felt better, much better. She unwrapped the bandage on her palm and gasped. The wound had almost completely healed overnight.

"What the hell?" she whispered, flexing her fingers. No pain.

She touched her shoulder where the shadow wolf had clawed her. Still tender, but the burning sensation was gone. Even the old scratches on her arms looked faded.

"About time you woke up," Dante's voice came from outside the tent. "We march in an hour."

Laura quickly dressed and stepped outside. The morning air was crisp, and warriors were already loading supplies onto horses. The four Alphas stood...