Page 104 of Deadly Wolf Bite

Confusion roots me where I stand. Scanning her, I search for some sign that she’s been bitten. But her skin remains unbroken.

The wolf inside her surges.

I feel it as certainly as I can feel my own.

My gaze catches on her arm. Two days ago, it was broken. Now, it moves with ease.

Healed.

There’s only one thing that could’ve done that.

Horror spreads through me, inky black and heavier than any alpha power. Her gaze meets mine with the same alarm I feel.

In unison, we say to each other, “What have you done?”

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