First, she needed to convince herself just a little bit that she was alive and not merrily prancing along down the winding path to hell. She was pretty sure that was where werewolves who hadn’t accomplished anything in life besides learning to belch the alphabet backward went. “Freakin’ Arnold,” she muttered. “All his fault.” She wriggled her toes and felt the light blanket over them. “Okay. Feeling stuff is good.” She curled her fingers and grimaced at the flex of the sore muscles in her forearms. “Ow. What’d I do to those?” She tried to make sense of the noise around her. Air conditioning. Chirping outside from some kind of bug. A television nearby. She drew in the scents. Spice and sweetness. Like chili and cupcakes. Her spine tingled with the prickle of proximity of bodies very nearby.
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