Chapter 19 The Saint

• The days blurred together in the hospital room, each one passing in a haze of pain and numbness. I barely remembered the first week—too drugged, too broken to care about much of anything.
• The suppressor serum Dr. Grady had injected into me slowed my healing, dragging out the recovery process in a way that made every ache and bruise feel endless.
• Normally, my werewolf body would heal in days, knitting itself back together, but not now. Now, I was like a human, fragile and slow to mend.