Lucky’s POV, 2 months after the portals closed:
“How is your shoulder?” Seb asks as he joins me outside the cave we sheltered in the last two months or so.
I don’t turn to him, trying to ignore all sounds. The endless crying starts up again from inside the cave. Captain Black and Ellis murmur with gentle voices between the hulks. My eyes dart to the cave behind Seb. It’s impossible to close my ears.
“Okay, I guess. Ellis thinks I might have trouble with it for the rest of my life.”
“You might be a Lycan, but you can’t heal everything.” Seb’s voice is jokingly light, in a terrible impression of Ellis. Imitating voices is not something he should quit his day job for.
I smile back at him, and we shrug in unison. It’s hard to keep a light tone. My shoulder might have healed better if an a
