Pain shot through Walkyr when he rolled onto his side. His eyes popped open and he moaned before he closed his eyes again and gritted his teeth. He felt like he’d been hit by a full-grown dragon.
He slowly opened his eyes again. His head felt like it was filled with fluff, and his leg was throbbing, reminding him that he had yet to heal the fracture. He turned his head when he heard a loud yawn. Lifting his head an inch off the thick blanket he was lying on, he looked into the wide mouth of a creature that looked a lot like a Sarafin warrior in his cat form.
“Spice, go in the house, love. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see what you had for lunch. It’s good to see that you’re finally awake. I was worried that you died. It would have been a pain in the ass if you had. Digging a hole when the
