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Chapter 37 – Scar Tissue

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-12 16:48:50

Sonia

The pain is the first thing I feel.

Deep. Pulsing. Like knives sewing my skin back together, one jagged stitch at a time. My body aches. My head feels like it’s filled with smoke, thick and dizzying.

But I’m alive.

I open my eyes slowly, blinking against the muted light streaming in through gauzy curtains. The room smells faintly of herbs—lavender, sage—and something sharper. Antiseptic. Blood. Not mine.

The bed is soft. Clean sheets. A folded blanket across my legs.

I’m in a room I don’t recognize. Not a dungeon. Not a cell. A real room. Warm. Safe.

A thick bandage wraps my side, stained faintly with red. My shoulder’s been stitched. The claw marks down my thigh are crusted with salve, already healing—too slowly for a werewolf, but just fast enough to keep death at bay.

Executioners heal like werewolves… but it still hurts like hell.

I shift slightly, wincing. My ribs protest the movement. Every nerve screams.

Then I hear it.

Footsteps.

Soft. Controlled. Not rushed
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