Why? Why, didn’t this work? I think to myself as we pull up to the gates and get allowed entry. I have my driver drive me straight to the pack hospital. The fewer people that see me in this shape, the better. They will all know what happened if the pack doctor can’t help me out with my injury. The doctor had to clean it to see what he was dealing with, but he told me that my wolf, Bain, had done all that could be done. That I would need a plastic surgeon to do any further corrections, but that would leave a scar as well. Then he really pissed me off by saying, “Call it a war wound, women love that”. Women already loved my appearance, and it was ruined now. If I ever get another shot at taking out Heath, I will.
I run to the pack house, as the hospital is behind the packhouse I end up ente
