Chapter 197

• As soon as I released Sheila’s hand, I rose to my feet and started patting myself down, feeling for injuries. I felt my shoulder, my wrist, my head. My hair was matted with dried blood. My arms and legs were covered in dirt. Some of it stuck there by blood from phantom wounds. There were no signs of the bite marks or broken limbs.
• I knew shifters were fast healers, but even my injuries would have taken time. “How long have I been here?”
• “We found you last night. You’ve been sleeping for almost twenty-four hours,” Sheila confirmed.