"Vervain,"a rich, warm voice like spiced cider sipped on a winter night invaded my dreams. "Vervain? I think she's waking up."

I blinked and looked around in confusion. There was a whole lot of blurry faces surrounding my bed, and I couldn't imagine why. I blinked some more as I tried to remember who all these people were. Then it hit me and with the knowledge came the pain.

"Oh, hell,"I groaned; my voice all dry and gravelly, reminding me of the werewolf. "Did someone get the ...