My head throbs even more as Macey watches me with worry. She even prods the bump on my head with her finger. Which only made it hurt more with her attempt to examine it.
"It's only bleeding a little; I bet it hurts," she says, poking it again.
I laughed, which causes me to clutch my head in pain. "Ah, yeah, because you keep poking it," I respond. "s**t! Sorry," she chuckles and stops.
"Maybe you should shift; it may help heal it a little quicker?" Macey offers. That was the last thing I wanted to do. It always seemed like too much effort these days to shift, and I hated my wolf form. I tired quickly and didn't want to spend the rest of the day like a zombie because I shifted for a meager bump to the head.
"Maybe later, we still have heaps of work today, oh the morgue. Was it Emily?" I
