The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
It was a cold, heavy blanket, smothering the echoes of the pack's roars and the memory of that sound.
My body was a single, vibrating string of revulsion. The smell of my own sick, sharp and acidic, hit me, and my stomach heaved again. I doubled over, my new, strong, healed body betraying me, but there was nothing left. Just dry, racking, empty coughs that tore at my throat.
"Miss... Oh, Goddess, Miss..."
I had forgotten Wendy.
She was huddled by the wardrobe, her hands over her mouth, her eyes as wide and white as the moon. She was staring at me, at the stain on the front of Quinn's beautiful green tunic.