Everything is heavy. My bones, my breath, the blood that won’t stop leaking from the open wound in my arm and side.

The cabin is quiet, save for the steady drip of my blood and the struggling groan of my sister. My wolf is aggravated yet exhausted under the spell, I'm barely conscious but aware enough to feel it all.

Then I hear it. The familiar voice, brushing across my ears very soothingly.

“Carlos”

Sofia.

I flinch or at least I try to but my muscles don’t respond.

My heart ...