(Kieran POV)
The pain hit me like a freight train made of broken glass and liquid fire, radiating from wounds I'd been ignoring while more immediate threats required attention. Murdoch's claws had found their mark during our final exchange—four parallel gashes across my ribs that had seemed manageable while adrenaline and fury kept everything else at bay.
But adrenaline was a finite resource, and fury couldn't sustain supernatural healing indefinitely. Now that the immediate danger had passed, now that my pack was safe and Catherine was alive and the territorial threat had been eliminated permanently, my body was finally processing damage that probably should have dropped me minutes ago.
My vision narrowed to a tunnel that seemed to shrink with each heartbeat, edges going gray then blac
