Caspian

This was the longest it had ever taken me to heal. My body had spent the entire day laboriously reconstructing bone and knitting together torn flesh. Since dawn, I had been locked in my wolf form, relying on the rudimentary medical knowledge of my men to accelerate the process. It wasn't until nightfall that my system deemed me fit to shift back into a human state.

Malachi’s contorted frame had finally been reset. He was now submerged in a heavy, restorative slumber, recuperating ...