Chapter Nineteen

It took me days to heal. I could still see new pink skin in some areas. I had seen him shirtless. There was no bullet scar.

The sharp howl in the air jolted me out of my thinking. A shiver crawled down my spine, one that had nothing to do with the chill. I inhaled from my mouth. I didn't know where I should start. The ancient people of the pack. I snorted at myself As they were going to tell me.

I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the window. A thick, unbreakable glass which I wasn't certain would be possible in werewolves' world kept me cut out of the world.

A few days! He was asking for a few days. Why? There was no escaping that gruesome memory. It jolted my body whenever I called the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push away. Blood on Snow, crimson dripping from his wounds! I shook my head.

I let my gaze wander over to the bookshelves. I plucked a random book. I was going to try to focus on it, instead of mulling over it.

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