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“Sasha,” I rushed toward her. “Are you okay?” I glanced at her torn shirt, to the claw marks that fanned her midsection. “Shit, Sasha…”

Her sluggish eyes slid to me, staring—in a trance—like she looked right through me. My skin prickled and the hairs on my arms stood up.

“Sasha?”

She swayed on her feet, her eyes rolling back in her head. I shot forward, catching her in my arms before she hit the ground.

CHAPTER TEN: HEALINGS AND DISSATISFACTION

SASHA

Aceiling met my vision as my eyelids drifted open and I blinked as my gaze slid to the side. An oak nightstand with a rustic lamp atop stood to my right. My brow wrinkled. I didn’t have a nightstand in my bedroom. Then my eyes snagged on the window. Rich brown curtains flanked the window, pulled closed. My memory rushed back like a tidal wave. I was in the forest, fighting a werebear.

How the hell did I end up here?

And where was ‘here’?

My heart beat a staccato against my ribcage. Breaths quickening, I twisted in the bed; the sheets tangling around my legs. I rose on my elbows, tried to sit up, but white hot pain speared through my abdomen. I dropped my gaze down to the sheets. A gauze binding wrapped around my stomach. I blinked. A figure appeared in my periphery, sending the tiny hairs on my arms lifting. My claws sliced out, and my head whipped to the left. Relief loosened my shoulders.

Damon slumped in a chair. His head lolled to the side while his chest rose and fell with even breaths. Dark shadows clung to the skin beneath his eyes. A mop of tangled waves tousled his hair. My nose wrinkled as I caught the stench of dried blood, and sweat intermingled with body odor. From the smell of him, he hadn’t bathed in… days.

Have I been unconscious that long? And what the hell happened with the fight against the werebear?

I recalled attacking him with unsheathed claws and fangs. How his claws had ripped through the flesh of my arms as if they were mere butter. Damon had arrived, and I jumped in to save him and the werebear slashed open my stomach and…

And then what?

“Damon?”

He didn’t stir.

“Damon?” I called out louder.

He jerked awake, shooting to his feet, fangs jabbed out—as if he were readying to face down a foe. His gaze swung toward me, and his fangs receded into the gum line.

“Sasha…” He exhaled a long sigh.

Damon stood and dropped to his knees at my bedside, worry lines creasing his brow. “Thank God you’re all right.”

“What happened to me?”

Damon raised a brow. “You mean you don’t remember?”

I shook my head.

He raked a hand through his already messy strands. “You fought the werebear single-handedly.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I know that.” I had the wounds to prove it.

Damon shook his head. “No. You conjured up a wolf made of light and controlled it. You fought the werebear through an extension of the wolf and pushed the bear over the ravine.” Damon blinked, shaking his head. “I’ve seen nothing like it. How did you do that?”

Eyes wide with astonishment, I stared at Damon. “I-I didwhat?”

Damon relayed the events to me that had happened three nights before. Every added detail left me more confused, my mind whirling. “I…” After swallowing past a dry lump in my throat, I said, “I don’t remember any of that. And I don’t even know how I did it. Those powers… they almost sound fae-like.”

But that’s impossible. Werewolves don’t possess power like that! And I’m not fae, by any means… Could this have something to do with the silverbane the witch gave me at birth?

I shook my head.No, the witch meant to kill me, not give me some fae power. But… why was I targeted in the first place?That mystery had haunted me for years.

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