I was once shot in the chest, just two inches from my heart. I underwent rushed open surgery with very little anesthetic. The pain was beyond words, but I survived the night.

I was shot more than once. Stabbed twice. Got punched countless times. I always narrowly escaped death. Maybe what Fiona said was true. I had nine lives, like a cat. But I felt like I'd run out of them. I doubted I'd ever have the chance to lead my clan again.

The bullet came straight through my ribs, hitting several bones ...