Emma
I open my eyes feeling like I’m lying in gelatine.
My sight slowly focuses, landing on Aunty Artemisia. She is smiling, her hands tucked flatly under her head. “Good Morning.”
“Good morning,” I say with a raspy voice.
She exhales, keeping her voice low. “Kai asked me to check on you, and I didn’t want to wake you up. How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” I whisper, moving my hands to lay on them as well. “In pain.”
“Did the painkillers that Kai gave you help a bit?”
I nod. “Yes, thank you. But the ointments are still itching on my skin.”
“Itching is good,” she smiles, her whisper making me feel like everything will be alright. “That means that it is healing. Not much longer and your wolf will take over.”
A sob escapes my lips, and I close my eyes, burying my face into my blan
