Chapter 91

Everything hurt.

  His head, his shoulders, but especially his chest.

  He felt so weak, and tired. 

He couldn't remember what had happened. 

All he remembered was fighting with Isla... everything after that was dark.

Isla, where was Isla? 

He tried to open his eyes or sit up or anything, but his wolf suppressed his control. 

How odd, as he could feel that he wasn't in his wolf form, he was in his human.

  He took a deep breath to try and gauge his surroundings through smell and immediately regretted it. 

The pain in his chest intensified to a point where he almost passed out again.

  As he took a shallow breath, that was still agonizing but bearable, he felt his shirt pull at his skin, as if it was stuck.

His wolf whined and paced in his head, but still wouldn't let him move. 

That said enough about how weak he was.