chapter 17

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.

That didn’t seem long enough. “How long ago was the full moon?”

“Four days,” Sheila said. “Is that when you fell?”

I nodded.

“You were wandering in your wolf form for a while,” she said.

“Why are you here?” Sexy Voice asked.

“Can you give her a few minutes before you interrogate her? She’s been through a lot.” Sheila turned to me. “Ignore Alec, he’s an asshole.”

“What about me?” The other man asked. I’d almost forgotten he was there.

“That’s Malcom, he’s als