Chapter 42

Elly

Streams of hot water crashed against Elly’s bruised and battered body but she felt nothing. It could have been worse. It should have been worse. Her hand wandered up to her shoulder and thought of how much pain she was in. That wound was terrible. Rowan’s wolf tore her open yet there wasn’t even a scar. Her hand kept moving up her shoulder until she felt a shockwave of pain shoot through her body. What was it with random werewolves biting her? She didn’t know enough about them to know if that was normal. Rebekah thought educating her was important but it was obvious that education was limited. ‘Werewolves are dangerous, they killed her mother, and they want to kill her,’ was the extent of what she was taught.

The bite on her neck was swollen. It made it hard for her to move her head. She was grateful to her aunt for teaching her how to block out the mark from Dane and the tether from Darren. Keeping the wall up in her mind took so much energy and she was so tired. Elly was begin