I woke up in a bed. An actual bed, with clean sheets and a soft pillow. For a moment, I thought I'd dreamed everything—the rejection, the running, the attack. Maybe I was back in Moontide, in my old room, and it had all been a nightmare. Then I tried to sit up and pain exploded across my ribs. Not a dream. "Don't move too fast," a female voice said. "The wound is healing, but you'll tear the stitches." I turned my head to see a woman sitting in a chair beside the bed. She was older, maybe fifty, with silver-streaked brown hair and kind eyes. Human eyes, not wolf. "Where am I?" My throat was dry, my voice hoarse. "Safe. Drink this." She handed me a glass of water and I drank it gratefully. "I'm Elena. I'm a doctor. Well, a human doctor, but I've patched up enough shifters over the years to know what I'm doing." "How long have I been here?" "Two days." "Two days?" I tried to sit up again and immediately regretted it. "I told you not to move." Elena pushed me gently back down.
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