CHAPTER 145

RAIN’S POV

~Past midnight, a few hours to the ancient rites~

I clenched my jaw, teeth grinding together tightly as the cotton cloth soaked with blood and stinging liquid pressed against the wound.

“Damn you, Sienna,” I spat, my voice shaking with both pain and fury.

The dagger wound wasn’t deep enough to kill me, but it was deep enough to torment me like this. And unlike the rest of them, those blessed wolves with their arrogant strength and rapid healing, I have ...