Chapter 146 Beneath The Skin, The Heart Remembers

The stench of blood hung in the air like cigarette smoke, long after the last screams were gone. Seraphine rested on a stretcher in the subterranean infirmary of the facility, the bright overhead lights stuttering ever so slightly as generators struggled to remain alive. Her injuries had healed, for the most part. Werewolf biology. But the ache hung on her bones, remembering every inch she'd struggled.