The next day, I slumped onto the ground, back against the pack house, legs stretched out in front of me. Everything hurt. My back, my legs, my arms, my abs, even my neck. But of course, Vanessa and everyone else didn’t have this problem. They had all been treated like normal werewolves with normal abilities. I had been pushed. Hard.
Two tan and muscular legs came into my line of vision. “Sore?” Cayden asked, his black Adidas gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He tossed it down and sat in front of me.
“What gave it away?” I asked, tracing the bruises on my quads.
At least they didn’t hurt as bad as they had last night. After my night with Roman, Mom had made me sit in a warm bath with moonflowers floating around the top to help with the pain. It worked a bit but … not as much as I had ho
