#Chpater 61 Ines

I truly believe that panic attack would have never stopped, if it weren’t for my body’s eventual exhaustion. I would have cried and screamed until my heart gave out, I would have died right there, but by the Goddess’s grace I passed out first. My whole body hurt when I woke up, and my wrists burned from where I’d pulled uselessly at the cuffs. My throat was dry. I can still feel the baby, my wolf said. We didn’t lose them. “Thank the Goddess,” I croaked, eternally grateful for this one silver lining. I hadn’t killed my child—I still had the chance to do right by them. Even if I had no clue how. I sat up slowly, hissing as various aches made themselves known. Sleeping flat on the hard ground hadn’t helped, and I felt bruises forming where I’d rested on gravel and pebbles. It was the worst sleep of my whole damn life. It was morning now, at least, according to the light filtering in through the blue tarp roof. I could hear the sounds of the camp beyond my prison and for