45.1 No going back

Angel

My eyes snapped open, and I jumped up, freeing myself from a sleeping Grant’s embrace.

“Howly wolf!” I muttered as my eyes took in the wrecked state of my scar, my voice muffled by the pain.

Dark moisture gushed from the wound, rolling down my lower stomach and legs and forming a disgusting pool on the floor.

I ran to the bathroom, dying to wash the toxic thing out of me. Its smell alone was enough to turn my stomach.

As I reached the wooden door of the bathroom, I saw smoke oozing from the slashed open wound and a scream broke through my lips. “Oh my goddess!”

“Are you okay?” Grant rushed out.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Grant racing closer, his magical stick dangling still half-erected. Shaking my head and shushing my hoe-hole, I held my hands forward, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t come close, it’s disgusting,” I gritted out as the odd throb had me bending down a little.

“I don’t care. You are in pain.”

Clearing the distance between us with a few hurried strid