Willow

Willow blinked several times. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, gasping and clutching her arm. She was in the dark and for a moment, she thought she was dead, but light filtered in from the shelter entrance and she recognized the shelter that Lydia and Ronan had constructed.

Memories of the battle with the pack and the witches flooded back to her and Willow’s arm throbbed with the reminder of the pain. Her arm was bandaged and the knife had been removed.

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