She ached all over. The worst was her leg, which was caked in drying blood and mud and felt as though it had been shredded. But a thousand secondary pains dragged her away from sleep as well; scrapes from tree branches, exhausted and strained muscles, a dull but persistent stress headache, and the throbbing in her chest that came from a taxed heart and exhausted lungs. It was still dark. Two rectangles of moonlight cascaded through the front door’s twin windows, but they were her only illumination. Adrienne tried to swallow, and a horrible acidic taste reminded her that she’d thrown up before passing out. A small, fluffy shape danced around her legs. Adrienne had to squint at it for a moment before she identified it as Wolfgang’s tail waving in the moonlight. Something prodded at her injured leg, and she groaned. “Get away, Wolf. You’re not allowed to eat me unless I’m dead.” Wolfgang turned his sea-green eyes on her and made an innocent chirruping noise.
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