Laura winced as she tried to move her arm. The new claw marks from the shadow wolf attack burned like fire. She'd noticed something strange though - when her mark had glowed during the fight, the pain had lessened. And when she'd fainted at training, the wound on her bandaged hand had looked smaller for a while.

But now it was back to throbbing with each heartbeat.

"She shouldn't have been out there in the first place!" Lucian's angry voice cut through the night air outside the healers' tent.

"She's not made of glass," Dante shot back. "Laura can handle herself."

"With one good hand? Against shadow wolves?" Lucian's voice...