I felt myself floating in a state that alternated between consciousness and unconsciousness, the pain that had consumed me moments ago now a distant memory. I felt weightless, drifting through a hazy fog that was my muddled mind. Muffled voices reached my ears, familiar yet distorted.
"Give her to me!" A deep, growling voice demanded. Elias?
"Like hell I will!" Another voice barked back. Oak?
I struggled to make sense of the fragmented conversation. Were they arguing over me? I tried to open my eyes, to speak, but my body refused to respond.
"You know nothing of treating a wolf, you know nothing of healing!" Elias's voice grew clearer, more insistent.
"And you do?" Oak challenged.
A pause, then Elias's voice, low and filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "Yes. I'm a warlock.
