Visions of Hope

Clara

Thorne’s heartbeat thumps steadily beneath my ear as his hands move over my body, massaging away all the kinks in my overworked muscles. I’ve been fading in and out of consciousness for the last hour, floating in a very different kind of high than the one induced by ether. Thorne tells me it’s not unusual for she-wolves to enter a heightened plane of consciousness amidst such an onslaught of