SEAN'S POV

The pain twisted through my side, sharp and unforgiving. My fingers pressed against the wound, feeling the sticky warmth of fresh blood seeping through my shirt. My breathing grew heavier, my body betraying me. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I should have healed already.

This is wrong. So wrong. My wolf should have kicked in by now, mending the wound, erasing the pain. Something's interfering with my abilities.

I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to ...