I had to leave Brooke a few moments after closing the door, to take some clothes. When I came back, I put the clothes in the bathroom, inviting the young wolf to lock himself to change. I watched him move, limping more lightly than before but still showing that pain on his face. Once he was locked in the room, I was able to walk to my room to finally resume back to my human form. I already knew that the pain was going to be much more intense than before.

I clenched my teeth as my body began to bend. I felt like my heart was between two rocks that were tightening evenly. I was out of breath and the intense flash that went through me made me collapse on the floor. My muscles were so contracted that I thought they were going to break. A tear ran down my cheek as squeaks came out of my mouth without being able to stop them. My body gave me the impression of being compressed, I couldn't move because of the fear of causing a new wave of pain.

The latter gradually faded, my eyelids rose so that I could observe where I was. I was lying on the floor, curled up on myself. My cheeks showed the marks of my tears and my mouth was dry. I was also totally naked. I took a few moments before getting up and putting on some clothes. My heart was still beating at a quick speed as I felt I was relearning how to breathe properly. I didn't understand the reason for the pain that was eating at me when I changed my shape.

I felt something run down my spine and an unpleasant metallic smell soon after. My hand rested on the wound on my neck that made me let out a groan. I walked to the living room where Brooke was already, watching me suspiciously. I opened the bathroom door quickly and picked up an emergency care kit. I brought it to the little coffee table around which there were sofas. The young wolf approached and took the disinfectant without asking for permission.

He poured it on some cotton before applying it on my neck, I felt nothing except the big pain of Raven's bite. My nails sank into the flesh of my palms while I tried to move as little as possible to ease the work of the teenager. I had more and more difficulty in keeping control of my wolf, I felt him under my skin ready to come out at any time to shred everything that was close to his fangs. Brooke must have felt the tension of the air change and my tension increased as he accelerated his movements to finish healing me as soon as possible.

Once all gesture on his part stopped, it took me several minutes before I could, once again, do anything. My eyelids rose at least and my trembling hands took some time before becoming perfectly serene. My fingers moved on their own, catching the disinfectant and the compresses to take care of the young wolf's wounds.