Its an order
Marina winced as she slid into her car, her back throbbing painfully from the still-bleeding wound. The only thing keeping her grounded was the powerful painkillers she had received from Arianna, the witch. "One would think my wolf would feel it too," she muttered to herself. She blamed her wolf for the lingering agony, knowing that if their bond were still strong, she'd have healed by now.
The drive home seemed interminable, each minute dragging as the pain pulsed relentlessly. By the time she pulled into her driveway and turned off the engine, she was relieved that the bandages on her back had not become soaked through. She carefully climbed out of the car, each movement sending sharp jolts of pain through her. Exhausted, she savored the thought of finally being home.