#Chapter 63: The Invitation

Sienna’s POV Everything hurt. More than just a little pain — this was excruciating. Leaving my wound overnight like I had wasn’t a good idea. It was pretty obviously infected, the edges swollen and impossible to touch without a jab of deep pain. I took an anti-inflammatory and antibiotic, rubbing a few different creams over the outside of the wound before wrapping it in gauze, the pain making my jaw clench. Idiot, I muttered to myself. If my wolf hadn’t been dormant, a stab wound like that would have almost healed itself overnight. But no, instead, my wolf was still silent. With the wound bandaged and treated, I could walk without such an obvious limp, but it still wasn’t easy at all. I’d been in the dining room for all of five minutes when Asher burst in the front door, waving an envelope at me. Looking at the two of us now, you’d never even imagine he’d been on the brink of death and I’d been stabbed deep into my thigh only a