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Chapter Thirty-Eight

I hadn’t eaten since the dinner party the night before, so the spicy broth hit the spot.

It occurred to me to question its contents, but, then, I thought better of it.  What did it matter? I didn’t like being handicapped in such a way. It actually brought forth hints of the claustrophobia that I suffered from. As the creepy cook so adamantly insisted; if I wanted to use my legs, I’d have to drink the broth and I definitely wanted to use my legs again.

I found the fact that this broth had such crazy healing properties puzzling since it tasted like a simple Asian beef broth to me.  Since I knew so little about werewolves and their ways, I accepted that it had some type of property that would renew my ability to function normally and drank every last drop.

I didn’t get a chance to test out the results of the broth before Caleb returned to my room.  I’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately after consumin

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