THESSARA'S POV

"Sit down before you fall down."

Mara's voice cut through the fog in my head. Sharp. Practical. Exactly what I needed.

I collapsed onto the worn couch in the pack house living room. Every muscle screamed. The wounds from the rogues burned hot under my skin.

Pack members gathered around slowly. Watching. Curious eyes study me carefully. Some are suspicious. Some are concerned. None entirely welcoming yet.

I was an outsider still. Unknown. Potentially dangerous.

Mara ...