Danilo’s POV
I need a piss, dammit, I’ve needed one for the last two hours but now I really REALLY need one. Normally I’d just shift and go wherever I am in the woods, but I don’t think the pack warriors will be too happy if they suddenly find a strange wolf or bear taking care of business in their territory.
With a groan, I roll off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. I try to take a deep breath but struggle badly, looks like one of those bastards punctured a lung yesterday. Cuts and bruises I can heal in hours, but a punctured lung is going to take a few days.
I crawl on my hands and knees across the floor, tugging back a ragged curtain that hangs from the ceiling at the other end of the cabin to reveal a wooden box with a hole in the top.
Struggling to stand, I peer into the
