Chapter 34

Winter POV

The cave is small, dark and dank. It reeks of some sort of animal’s piss but it’s well hidden and camouflaged. I’m

fairly certain it’s not bear piss at any rate and, for all I know, the creature it belongs to has moved on. I lean against

the rough, hard, rocky edges and let myself slowly slip down to a sitting position, both my legs right in front of me. I can’t move, my shirt is plastered to my side where all the stabbing marks are and I feel hot, feverish all over. It still

stings even now and I slowly peel up my shirt to have a proper look. My eyes, thankfully due to my shifter genes, are

able to see quite well in the dark.

The blood has stopped dripping, thankfully, and from what I can see the wounds have started to scab over. I close my eyes in relief. If I’d had my wolf, the silver would have had an even bigger impact than it had. It’s cold in the

cave and I shiver slightly as I let my shirt fall back down. I’d bent down to drink from the stream and almost collapsed right there and then from the pain. My trail, however, has been hidden and I know I’m safe for a little while at least

before I need to move on.

I wonder what Damien’s doing, whether he’s even realized I’m missing yet. It’s been over an hour since school finished, so he should have some sort of inkling by now. I feel a moment of regret that I’m choosing to leave him like

this. I have written a note but I was supposed to leave it in the kitchen for him tomorrow and it’s safely tucked away

search my room though. Had Johnathon felt my pain? Then again, guess he shouldn’t, not with our mate bond severed. That, I guess, is

chance of getting

the trees and the ground. Even when there was thunder, I’d always been fascinated. I inch back further into the cave, swearing silently to myself as my

any signs of wild creatures coming close, my ears strained for

I relax slightly, still panting from the

after being stabbed. Or move at

seeing that the

and that means it’s going to get extremely cold in the cave. I shiver,

even a damn jumper on. How was I supposed to know I was going to

morning. My shirt has rips and tears through it and I sigh.

of heading home to get spare clothes. Damien would freak and then he’d

It’s best not to

legs up slowly, wincing as

seems to flare through me and i moan, muffled, my hands and legs feeling shaky and

my imagination or did the cave seem to be well, longer? The distance to

away, but how

backwards against

point I was certain I wouldn’t make it and contemplated going back for help. The sound of twigs and leaves crunching beneath footsteps makes my head whip back up, my eyes blearily looking towards the entrance.

it is, thankfully, he has no interest in the cave whatsoever and my head pounding and

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