AMARIS
Nia opened the door to my room and I stepped inside slowly, my body protesting every single movement with sharp bursts of pain.
Apart from my missing clothes that were probably blood-soaked and completely destroyed in the crash, it was almost like I had never left this space. Same bed with the same burgundy covers, same furniture arranged in the exact same positions, same view of the Gravemoon grounds through the window that I had stared at while contemplating all my terrible life choices.
My body still hurt like absolute hell but not quite as badly as it did a couple hours ago in the hospital before the doctors reluctantly discharged me against their clearly better judgment. My wolf was working overtime trying to heal the extensive damage but broken ribs did not magically knit back together instantly no matter how supernatural werewolf healing was supposed to be.
