CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I blink awake, a sterile scent clinging to the air. My body feels like it's been trampled by the entire Ironfur pack during a full moon frenzy. Pain lances through me, and I let out a low groan. The infirmary's white ceiling swims into focus, dotted with the shadows of night that creep in through the blinds.
"Easy," a soft voice caresses the edge of my consciousness. "You're safe."
Turning my head is an effort, but I manage, my gaze meeting the worried blue eyes of Henry. He's here, in the pack house, a place he shouldn't be if things were normal. But then, nothing about him or us has been normal since we met.
"Hi," I rasp, my throat dry as autumn leaves.
"Hey." His smile is a faint curve, not reaching his eyes. There's a weight in those ocean depths, something dark
